To Touch or Not To Touch
“And how old are you, Daddy?” H- asked for the third time.
“I thought I told you earlier today, H-, I’m thirty-three,” he said.
“Well, I’m four and a half,” she responded. “When I’m thirty-three, how old will you be?”
Taking longer than he’d like to admit, he finally concluded, “I’ll be fifty-two. No, wait, sixty-two.”
“And when I’m sixty-two, how old will you be?”
“Hmm, I’ll be,” he paused to do the math again. “I’ll be ninety-one.”
“And when I’m ninety-one, how old will you be?”
“Well, I probably won’t be around,” he said, figuring she mentioned death enough while playing with her stuffed animals that she’d get the point.
“Where will you be?” she asked with a look of simple confusion.
“Never mind. You’ll have your own kids and they’ll have kids and they’ll have kids when you’re ninety-one.”
“I’ll have kids?”
“Probably.”
“Like one?”
“As many as you want.”
“Two hundred and,” she paused, “nineteen.”
He laughed.
“Sure, H-, you can have two hundred nineteen kids.”
“But then my belly will explode!” she said with a giggle.
“Well, not all two hundred nineteen will be in there at once.”
“I think I’ll have two kids,” she said, revising her desire drastically.
Playing along, he said, “Okay. And sometimes two kids can fit together.”
“And they will not touch the stove,” she said, wagging her finger.
Looking at her and smiling, he thought, “And there it is. Seems I probably was too dramatic on that lesson last week after all. I’ve been wondering about that. Noted.”
Then he said aloud, “Yes, H-, they probably shouldn’t get in the habit of touching the stove.”
First post I read today. Great way to start a morning!
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I need a hug.
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Love this! ❤️😄
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That’s a lovely story 🙂
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Wonderful, Pete. Don’t kids have a way of putting this in perspective. I seem to remember having this discussion with my daughter!
One day she told her Dad and me, “I think when I grow up, I want to run a brothel.” Brothel? Where did she get this word? “Do you know what it means?” we asked. “No…not exactly.” Then her Dad commented, “Well whatever it means, just make sure you’re running it.”
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Nice. lol
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Love!! ❤️ makes me feel like my own conversations with my daughter.
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Wow! you are very good. Looking at the creation of the short story takes practice and being a good writer. If I could create at with the ease of which this is written, half my problems would be under control, But, I am still working at it. This is very good work. I am inspired to do better when I read your writing. Thanks for sharing.
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Such a cute tale.
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So sweet 🙂
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Love this. Kids have such a simple take on things. They often make us realise where we’ve gone wrong, in their own, innocent way.
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So adorable. Wonderful that you have the talent to capture those moments, because so many are forgotten over time. H will laugh when she’s thirty three and reads it with you.
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What a cutie!
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