Thursday, December 10, 2009

Lost It

Not me.  I've still got it.  Mental faculties present and accounted for.

It's Toaster.  Case in point:

He comes home from school yesterday, and asks:

Toaster: Can I have candy for a snack?

Now, this is a crazy talk question to which the answer would invariably be no, so I say:

Nikki: No.

But then, foolishly, I keep talking.  See, Dave had planned to make pancakes for dinner as a special treat, so candy would be an unusually bad idea.

Nikki: Dad has a surprise in mind for dinner, so have a healthy snack.

Toaster: What is it???

Nikki: It's a surprise.

Later:

Toaster: Is the surprise that we're going to a show on Broadway?

What?!  This is virtually unheard of, and really unheard of on a school night when I'm nine months pregnant.  I stare at him.

Nikki: No.  Lower your expectations, dude.  It's a surprise for dinner.  Take your expectations and shove them under the bed.

Toaster: Okay.  Is the surprise that you're in labor?!!?

Nikki: No!  Haven't you seen any television?  I would not be standing here chatting with you if I were in labor!

Toaster rushes over to feel my very obviously protruding belly.

Toaster: Is the surprise that you've had the baby?

Nikki: Are you nuts?  No!  Go do your homework! 

What to make of this?  Pregnancy is supposed to addle the pregnant person's brain, not the brains of the people around her.

3 comments:

irishcream06 said...

haha, that's too cute! Really enjoying reading your blog, when's the big day?

Laura said...

hee hee hee

Jodi Meadows said...

Well with a name like Toaster, what do you expect? ;)