The Caspi-Man and I were just sitting having dinner together, after a longer than average "looong" day (and that's an euphemism) , when, out of the blue, he piped up with:
"Mama, where do people come from?"
"What do you mean, Caspi-Man, by 'where do people come from'?"
(Ok, I know that's a cop-out -but it really has been a long day...)
"I mean, where do people COME FROM? Do you buy them in a shop?"
"Um, no. Hold on a sec Caspi-man, Mummy just needs to go top up her drink...."
(AAArrgghhh....why does he seem to only ask these things when the Ger-Man's not here? Aren't we both suppose to be scaling these parenting mountains together? And godammit - haven't a dozen responses to that question just popped into my mind -none of which are appropriate to share with the Caspi-Man! )
Wine now in hand, (personally, after the day we've just had - I'm feeling proud it's not the gin or vodka - but I suppose I'm saving those for when the truly challenging questions come....):
"Well, Caspi-Man... people make people."
Of course, inevitably, this begins a long question and answer session, detailing which specific people were made by exactly which specific people in our immediate family/friend/acquaintance network - and then - I managed to craftily distract him with early evening Kinder-TV ( just before he thought of asking HOW people make people).
über me!
- pyjamamel
- Düsseldorf, NRW, Germany
- Of antipodean origin, currently living in Germany with the "Ger-Man", not-nearly-as-little-as-he used-to-be "Caspi-Man" , "The Cheeky Monkey", and four-legged "Banjo". Dream is to have a permanent place in both hemispheres and the means to travel betweeen. Am lucky to have family & friends in far-flung corners of the globe but, where ever I am, I'm missing someone terribly. Prone to procrastination and to wearing pajamas and animal ears - I often find myself outside my comfort zone...life seems to be a continually- vertical learning curve...
2 comments:
Heee haaaa, every mother's (or should I say grandmother's) delight! Careful how you respond at times like this - he might never forgive you or forget!
hehee i recall when i was in primary school, asking my mother what "climax" meant (in the context of a "people" conversation).
my mum, ever the diplomat, responded with, "ahh..it's when a woman is at her best".
and she was probably right!!!
m. propism
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