Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Bulbs

Recently, while eating lunch with C the other day at our kitchen table, she was admiring the purple hyacinth adorning the center of our table. Thinking I'd slip a little science lesson in I said,

Me: "Did you know that beautiful little flower came out of this little bulb sticking out of the soil?"

C: "Where?"

Me: (pointing) "See, that brown bulb, right there in the dirt."

C: "Like the ones in your shirt?"

Me: (pause) Um, nooooooo. Those are different. Those are mommy's, and they're not called bulbs.

C: (patting my chest) "Yeah, bulbs."

Me: (In an attempt to redirect the conversation) No, this is a bulb in the soil. We can plant this outside and it  will grow another flower.


2 comments:

  1. Priceless! When you take her shopping for "bulb" holders (many years from now) you will have to tell her that story. :-)

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  2. Snort. That's hilarious. The increased articulation yet diminished understanding is fraught with potential embarassment. I so see us spending the next 10 years in a permanent state of Cringing.

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