Random one-sided conversations

 Out of nowhere from the backseat of the car:


What?  When did she learn how to count to fourteen and where is she blasting off to?


8:10 am.  Before a sigh or a moan or a wimper:


What was she dreaming about?


A different morning, I turn on the light to see her sitting in her crib holding a stuffed bunny that has been in there forever but she has never even acknowledged it’s presence.

“Mama?  Cat.  Ears,” said with a look of disgust.

“No, honey.  That’s not a cat with deformed ears.  That’s a bunny.”


Testing out the use of negatives:

“Mama eat,” shaking her head ‘no’.

“Mama eat no.”

“No Mama eat.”



Bosco was sound asleep on the couch, tongue planted firmly inside his closed mouth.


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