Kids Say The Darndest Things, Vol. III
Last night at the dinner table, over our deLICious bowls of curried lentil soup, we were having a (typically high-brow) discussion of the effects of legumes on the, er, digestive tract. Somehow we got onto the fact that my system is significantly altered from its original state, and the A-man noted, “Mommy can’t have any more babies.”
“That’s right,” replied Mr. Wonderful. “No more kids for our family.”
Without missing a beat, A returned, “Yeah, she’s been neutered.”
[Kids Say… Vol. I; Kids Say… Vol. II]
Kids Say the Darndest Things, Vol. I
I was heading off for my daily kip when I realized that I had put the blanket and comforter from my bed into the wash, and they weren’t finished yet. Never one to let a minor inconvenience come between me and forty winks, I stopped by the playroom to ask my five-year-old if he would mind if Mommy borrowed his comforter to wrap up in for her Quiet Time.
He looked up at me with his big brown eyes, and in the sweetest, most concerned voice, asked, “Will it get cancer on it?”
You can’t make this stuff up.
I'm a two-and-a-half time ovarian cancer survivor who is not only determined to make it to sixty but also to look damn good while getting there. My two boys, husband, and dog are counting on me to get out of bed every day, so I might as well wear something cute and make each one COUNT. I'd love to hear from you about your odyssey - sharing makes it all easier to take. And laugh at.
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