The Things We Carry



We were getting ready to walk to the park this morning. I told Brian,

"I don't have a key."

"I do!" said Zelma, and disappeared down the hall. She reappeared with her stuffed pink monKEY.

This is the difference between how 35 year-olds think and how 1 3/4 year olds think. I hate to leave the house without my house key. She hates to leave the house without a favorite stuffed animal. Naturally, she heard "I don't have a monkey", as I left the house empty handed. In her world, it is a travesty to leave the house without a monkey.

How thoughtful of her! I carried Pink Monkey to the park with us.

The picture is a few months old. (We don't need winter coats here anymore, even in Wisconsin.)

2 comments:

  1. MegMay 10, 2009 at 5:11 PM

    I never leave the house without a monkey.

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  2. Glory von HathorMay 10, 2009 at 5:14 PM

    Zelma's got all the best comebacks.

    (I don't know if you do the whole 'key to the door' celebration thing on 18th/21st birthdays in the US, but this would make a great birthday party speech anecdote.)

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