Thursday, September 30, 2010
Are You Sure I'm Not an Alien?
Jake popped his head out of his bedroom with an inquiry. “Mom, you’re sure I’m not an alien, right?”
“Pardon?” Oh, here we go...
“I mean…you remember seeing me come out of your vagina, right?” he asked, scratching the little furrow in his brow.
“Honey, it’s not something I’m likely to forget anytime soon.” I was trying to concentrate on The Rachel Maddow Show and knew if this little tête à tête went on for much longer, I might as well forget about enjoying her take on the wackadoo mid-term election campaign ads. Since Ms. Maddow is one of my few guiltless pleasures, I don’t like missing her show.
“What does that mean?” His brow wrinkled further as he tried to process my last statement.
“That means I was in labor for eleven hours with you - three of which was actual pushing. And the experience left me with the gift of little hitchhikers in my butt.” I know when I say things like this it will only serve to drag the conversation out further, but for some reason I can’t stifle the urge to shut the hell up.
“What?!?!” I’m pretty sure it was the ‘little hitchhikers in my butt’ that now had his attention.
“Never mind. Suffice it to say I have a very vivid recollection of pushing your melon head out of my who-ha and leave it at that.”
“What’s in your butt?”
“Forget it. Nothing…” Bad Mommy, Bad!
“What about Jaxson?”
“What about him?” What were we talking about, again?
“Do you remember Jaxson being born - because he’s kind of weird.” This from the kid who regularly bathes in anti-bacterial hand sanitizer.
“Yes, I remember it, though he was a month premature so he slithered out like a lizard. You paved the way for the little guy so he didn’t have as much work to do on the way out.”
“So you remember us both being born?
“Yes, Jake. Now go finish watching your show. It’s almost bedtime.”
...and Rachel is back from commercial break.
“Okay, thank’s Mom.”
“You bet.” Possible OCD crisis averted.
>TODAY’S VIDEO ENTRY:
Jaxson's Developmental Evaluation and First Day of School