A couple of days ago Trixie wanted to get something out of the car. That’s fine, I said, But I’m going to help you with the door. She asked why. I informed her she couldn’t do it by herself until she was bigger.
“Bigger? Like a grownup?”
“No, just a little bigger.”
“Like a college kid?”
“No, just a little bigger.”
“Like a taller girl? Or a taller boy? Like one of those??”
One of those? I don’t what Trixie is talking about, but it’s scary. One of those taller girls or boys? I’m picturing freaks. Eight, nine-foot tall freaks loping around the neighborhood searching for unlocked car doors to slam.
I look over my shoulder now when unloading groceries.
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2 responses so far ↓
1 fred // Jun 2, 2006 at 1:29 am
I presume she was referring to whatever you had in the car . . . you keeping 8′ freaks in there?
2 Kate // Jun 3, 2006 at 10:51 pm
It’s so cute to me that she knows the phrase “college kid.”
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