a story
Here is a story my son just told me.
One time, a long, long time ago, I was lonely in my carseat. And I saw a light come down to the ground and the car got hooked up to the light, and I called, “MOMMY! DADDY!” because I was SOOOO lonely. I never want that to happen again.
(Do I need to clarify that this has never happened to him? Once when he refused to let me undo his carseat straps and refused to get out of the car, I left him in it while I unloaded groceries, but that was it.)
Now here is a picture that has nothing to do with that.
I’ve been walking by that trailer every day for probably two months. The other day I noticed a pregnancy test laying on the ground next to it. I tried to see whether it was positive or negative, but that part had fallen out I guess. Whatever the result, I couldn’t help but wonder if they made the woman who peed on that stick happy or sad. And where it came; I couldn’t see any other spilled garbage nearby, and it seems too big to be blown from away. Oh well… just another of life’s great mysteries I guess.
November 6th, 2009 at 10:32 pm
What an evocative photo, and a good match, spooky-wise, with the story.
Don’t the kids really tell bizarre stories now? All of a sudden: narrative imagination.
November 7th, 2009 at 10:12 am
I’m always shocked by how LITTLE of what comes out of my youngest kid’s mouth is true. She’s a liar! A lying liar! But there’s no malice behind it – kids are just so strange.
The forlorn pregnancy test and the photo go together well.
November 7th, 2009 at 11:27 pm
HEY! That looks like my trailer!
November 8th, 2009 at 11:24 am
Kid stories sure are something.