Here’s something I meant to post in May. But it, like a bag of Cheetos, has not degraded a bit with time. Still tasty.
Ben has been studying the physical concept of work in school, as in the actual expending of energy. He has been testing me [“Mom, I’m thinking. Is that work?”] and making lots of pronouncements: “Believing in God is not work!”
Lucy said today:Â “What time of day was I born?”
Me: “Well, I think that I went into labor with you late at night and you were born early the next morning. I didn’t labor long with you.”
Lucy:Â “What does labor mean?”
Me: “Well, when you’re ready to have your baby, your uterus starts to contract …. [too much information, Lucy is drifting] …. and all those contractions are called labor. Get it?”
Ben [from far away in the house]: “That’s work. Scientifically!”
You bet your behind, kid.
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I remember that night. Scared the shit outta me to see you in labor, but the end result was so divine I just had to do it myself. And yeah, WORK it is 🙂
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