This afternoon I was getting Lauren's room ready for naptime and asked her to go find KiKi (her striped blanket I knew was in the living room). She was puttering around her room and not really listening to me...
M: Lauren, please go get KiKi. KiKi wants to take a nap too.
L: But Mama (with a troubled, serious look on her face)...KiKi doesn't have eyes!
That's toddler logic for you...how could KiKi take a nap if there aren't any eyes to close? Makes perfect sense.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Martinis and Motherhood
It's happy hour... which means I've fixed Lauren's supper and she is sitting here at the bar eating while I commence preparing my evening cocktail...a lovely martini... Here's the conversation:
L: (singing) I love you a bull and a pet...
M: What are you singing...ohhhh..."I love you a bushel and a peck..."
L: Yeah!! Nonni taught me that song.
M: That's right, she sure did. (and I sing the song to her)
L: Mom? What's a bushel and a peck?
M: (silence..lots of blinking... nervous giggling...) it means...like...a whole lot...Nonni loves you a LOT! (hoping she'll move on...and she does)
L: Mom (as she watches me getting items ready for my martini) what's that?
M: It's a martini.
L: What are you putting in there?
M: Vodka. Vermouth. Ice.
L: That's a drink like Josh.
M: It's a drink Josh likes, yes...
L: Does Mike drink martinis?
M: No. He doesn't.
L: What does Mike drink?
M: (thinking...this is all I need is for her to go to school saying Uncle Mike drinks vodka and orange juice so I say...) I don't know
L: He drinks beer. Mike drinks beer.
M: That's right. He does drink beer at the beach, you're right...
L: What does Nonni drink?
M: Nonni drinks wine.
L: You like wine doncha Mama?
M: (snickering) Yes, Lauren, I do like wine...
L: Who else drinks martinis?
M: I don't know, who?
L: Josh. Josh drinks martinis. I drink milk.
M: That's right.
L: Poppo. Poppo drinks martinis...
M: Well, he USED to drink martinis...
L: What does Papa drink?
M: Papa? COKE. Just COKE.
I'm so going to hell...or at least getting an interesting note from her teacher at school when she explains that a martini is vodka, vermouth and ice.
L: (singing) I love you a bull and a pet...
M: What are you singing...ohhhh..."I love you a bushel and a peck..."
L: Yeah!! Nonni taught me that song.
M: That's right, she sure did. (and I sing the song to her)
L: Mom? What's a bushel and a peck?
M: (silence..lots of blinking... nervous giggling...) it means...like...a whole lot...Nonni loves you a LOT! (hoping she'll move on...and she does)
L: Mom (as she watches me getting items ready for my martini) what's that?
M: It's a martini.
L: What are you putting in there?
M: Vodka. Vermouth. Ice.
L: That's a drink like Josh.
M: It's a drink Josh likes, yes...
L: Does Mike drink martinis?
M: No. He doesn't.
L: What does Mike drink?
M: (thinking...this is all I need is for her to go to school saying Uncle Mike drinks vodka and orange juice so I say...) I don't know
L: He drinks beer. Mike drinks beer.
M: That's right. He does drink beer at the beach, you're right...
L: What does Nonni drink?
M: Nonni drinks wine.
L: You like wine doncha Mama?
M: (snickering) Yes, Lauren, I do like wine...
L: Who else drinks martinis?
M: I don't know, who?
L: Josh. Josh drinks martinis. I drink milk.
M: That's right.
L: Poppo. Poppo drinks martinis...
M: Well, he USED to drink martinis...
L: What does Papa drink?
M: Papa? COKE. Just COKE.
I'm so going to hell...or at least getting an interesting note from her teacher at school when she explains that a martini is vodka, vermouth and ice.
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