Monday, May 21, 2007

On why I am not ready to be a parent.

Or own a plant.

It is difficult to maintain that you a self-sufficient, mature adult when the Boy points out, in baffled astonishment, that when you are really, REALLY sleepy, you suck your thumb.

And when you try to deny this, he glances down, and although he says nothing, you know that he is looking at the stuffed animal that you are clutching like a life preserver.

The stuffed animal that you insisted on calling "Tow Truck" to immortalize your adventures on Saturday night.

The stuffed animal that you insist HE refers to as "Tow Truck" as well.

Yeah, I'm totally a grown-up. Now where DID I put my blankie?

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