Four-year old neighbour peering over the fence from his mom's arms: "Can I ask you a question?"
Me: "Sure!"
Four-year old neighbour: "When is your baby coming?"
Long awkward pause (insert crickets) while I formulate an answer as the four-year old's parents desperately try to ignore the stampeding herd of pink elephants running through my backyard...
Me: "You know what? That's a really good question. I just don't know. But I tell you what, if you find out, you let me know, okay?"
Four year old neighbour: "Okay!"
It sounds worse than it was. Well, for me, anyway. I could barely get back into the house before bursting out into a fit of hysterical giggles as I told My Beloved what had just transpired over the rosebush.
The boy's parents parents? Well, this happened on Saturday and my guess is that they're probably still red with embarrassment.
The poor little guy mixed me up with my pregnant neighbour who he saw at the park last week. She isn't showing yet, so I'm going to pretend that his question had nothing to do with the current state of my stomach area.
He just did what little ones do - he asked an innocent question. Unfortunately he posed it to the worst possible person.
Ah well, he's none the wiser and I still think it was pretty funny.
Mostly.
Yeah, it's been a banner week for interactions with children. Oy.
2 comments:
I don't know... little kids somehow can sense things, I think. It's like they have a closer relationship to things than adults do. I could probably dismiss one of these, but you start putting them together and it's hard not to wonder a bit.
That's just cute.
My niece (nearly 6) was trying to convince me the other day that I needed a new car (in actuality, because my parents just got one). So she finally went the route of marriage:
Her: A long, long time ago, when you get married, your husband will be my uncle.
Me: Um, it's "from now," you can take out one of those "longs," and yes.
Her: Right. So yeah, he'll be my uncle, and you'll still be my aunt.
Me: Yes. When do you think this is going to happen?
Her: Oh, when I'm six.
Me: Well, that's not so long from now, but okay.
Her: Yeah, and so, a long, long time ago, when you get married, and you get a husband, HE can buy you a new car.
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