Apropos of nothing, Maeve said: Mom, maybe when I'm sixteen years old and I have a baby, I can go skydiving. But, of course, I'd leave my baby at home.
Me: (stunned silence for a few seconds) Um... that's... good, I guess. Babies shouldn't go skydiving. But can you wait to have a baby until you're in your twenties? Sixteen is a little young for a baby.
Maeve: But twenty is a good time?
Me: Better, anyway.
And then when I recounted this conversation to Daddy on the way home, Maeve was asking why skydiving was dangerous. As Daddy and I tried to explain, she broke in with this:
Maeve: Mommy, if you go skydiving, Daddy and I would play video games for like, twenty minutes.
Me and Daddy: (laughter)
That's right, friends, if I risked my life jumping out of a plane, at least Maeve could enjoy twenty minutes to herself playing her all-important video games. Sheesh. Maybe I need to get out more.
|At the zoo, hopefully not contemplating skydiving...|