Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Reason #137 I love my 9-year-old

I was just paging through notes I'd taken and tucked into my "writing life" folder. Doing a little spring cleaning. Looking for inspiration. I found this, a line-by-line account of a conversation I'd had with Bergen a few years ago. He must've been five.

Me: I ran my first race when I was pregnant with you.

Bergen: That's bad, right?

Me: No, it was ok. I was just newly pregnant – and you turned out ok, right?

Bergen: No.

Me: How are you not ok?

Bergen: I'm always thirsty.

2 comments:

  1. Love it! Kids say the darndest things!

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  2. Don't forget to write it all down when it's your turn!

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