Another absolutely perfect summer day in Oregon. I was able to leave work early again today, and made it out to the pool about 3:00, and for the first 20 minutes or so, I was completely alone as I stretched out on the chaise. I fell asleep almost instantly. I could feel my muscles relaxing in the warm golden sunshine, a gentle, dry breeze blowing away my cares.
Alas, my reverie was broken by that most unwelcome of pool intruders; no, not a cloud, or a raindrop, or a hornet...a toddler. Not even maximum volume on my iPod could keep out the stream of conscious shrieked forth unceasingly from this little girl.
As her grandmother was applying her sunscreen -- "Gramma, it's COOOOOLLLLD!!!" -- a small garter snake, about six inches long, slithered across the patio. The scream that emitted from the tyke...indescribable. I am hoping my hearing comes back tomorrow.
"Oh, you don't need to be afraid of him, dear," said Grandmother.
"He can't eat me?"
"No, honey. He's much too small, and he wouldn't want to, anyway. Snakes eat...well...let's see, I suppose he'd eat small birds, and bird eggs, and maybe turtle eggs if he found them, and mice --"
"And mice eggs?"
"...."
"Well, no...mice don't lay eggs, honey."
"Why not?"
"Well...because they're not the kind of animal that lays eggs."
Safely strapped into a vest and inflatable arm thingies, the little girl splashed about in the pool while Grandmother sat in a chair and tried to read a magazine.
"Gramma...Gramma...Gramma! Watch this."
"That's good, dear," said Grandmother, not looking up.
"Gramma...Gramma...Gramma!....GRAMMA!!!!!"
"What, honey?!?"
"Did you know mommy has a bagina?"
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3 comments:
Ha!
Aren't they just darling little tykes?
:) If you can get past the shrieking, they can be quite entertaining.
Ah, yes, the dreaded bagina! :)
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