"Mommy, what's your special talent?"
"My special talent?"
"What are you really good at?"
I had to think for a minute. Curly posed a good question. What is my special talent?
"I tell pretty good stories, I think." I finally answered.
"You do tell good stories, Mama. Do you know what my special talents are?"
"You are a good artist." I said.
"Yes. But I am also a good dancer."
"Yes, you are."
"And a good singer. And a good cartwheeler. I'm a good spinner too." She says as she proceeds to spin around in circles.
"I can see."
"And I am a good stand-on-one-legger" She begins to demonstrate this particular talent, but it's a tough one to do after all that spinning.
"Be careful. I don't want you to be a good ambulance rider."
"What?"
"I don't want you to fall and hurt yourself."
"No. I don't want to crack my head open. I don't want to be a good blood leaker. That's not a good talent."
"No it's not. I'd rather you keep your blood in your body."
"OK, Mama." And the spinning begins again.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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