Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Out of the mouth of babes
My sister and I went to visit my nephew and his family up in Kentucky over the Labor Day weekend. While I was putting my stuff in my bag to come back home, my great niece, Taylor, and I had the following conversation. Keep in mind she is just barely 6 - but pretty sharp for that age.
Taylor: "I got you something at a yard sale the other day." (Holding her hand out with an object in it).
Me: "Awww ... that's a cute little cat! Thank you!"
Taylor: "You're welcome. See, whenever you want a baby, all you have to do is look at this."
Me: Speechless at first. "Well, OK. Thank you for thinking of me!"
I tried to set the cat down on the bed where I was going to leave it (I'm not quite convinced it actually belonged to her. She likes to make up stories to go along with objects around her).
Taylor: "You have to put it in your bag and make sure you take it home with you!"
Me: "I will put it in my pocket so it won't get broken." (Planning to leave it upstairs before I went downstairs).
But I forgot. So the cat sits on my desk at work right now. I brought it with me to share the story because I think it is so cute. I don't know what her reasoning is for telling me that when I wanted a baby to look at the glass cat. Maybe she thinks I'm so good with Owen that I need a baby. Or maybe she figures my life is incomplete without one.
Little does she know that I really don't want a baby. Especially not at this season in my life.
I think a few of my co-workers are a bit leery of the little animal. One of them calls it a "fertility cat."
I think I will leave it there for a few days just to make 'em a bit more nervous!