We're driving home in the car, Pebbles and me. It's dark, it's shitty weather (surprise!) I'm listening to the radio, and hoping that she won't fall asleep on the way.
A little voice came from the backseat: "Mom, my bum is sneaking out."
I turned down the radio. "Um. Your what?"
"My bum!"
I glance over my shoulder. She's strapped in to her five-point carseat, just like I thought she would be. "Oh, well. We can fix that when we get home."
"It's a long way, Mummy."
"Yes, that's true I guess." I turned up the radio, hoping she'd get interested in the music and forget about her little problem.
"Mummy, I need HELP!"
"Allrightallrightallright." I pulled over, went around the back of the car, skidding and slipping on the icy shoulder, went back to the driver's seat to unlock the doors, and finally managed to get where I needed to be. I tucked my hands down on either side of her little self, and sure enough, a soft warm tiny bottom. I tugged up her tights and got back in the car.
"Thank you Mummy.
"You're welcome. No more sneaky bum?"
"No more sneaky bum."
2 comments:
Oh how cute! I love how they phrase things when they're that little.
And I'm sorry about your ill family member. Hope things have improved.
Oh that is precious! That's as darling as "making my 'poop-hole' bigger" .... referring to pupils, of course.
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