Thursday, January 20, 2011

G - Our Letter for the Day

Jim and I were in the car for an after-dinner trip to Target.  I was cruising down the small, slightly winding road that leads from our house to civilization. I suddenly saw an animal on the curb and made that intake-gasp-of-air sound, applied a tiny bit of brake, and moved over just a bit so I wouldn't have an unfortunate "bump, bump" to explain to my dear kiddo. Not to mention the fact that I'd cry. I'm a wuss when it comes to killing animals. Really*.
So, Jim, being the very clever kid that he is, noticed the whole thing, but didn't see the animal.
Jim:  "Mommy you almost hit that person!" (by which he meant the car in the oncoming lane that we passed)
Me: "No Honey, I didn't almost hit that car. Um... (stalling) There was an animal walking into the road, and I didn't want to hit him." (didn't really want to get into the whole explanation of squishing an animal and all that).
Jim: "You almost hit that Giraffe?"
You can imagine my surprise that there was apparently a giraffe, on our neighborhood road, that I didn't see, and almost hit.
Me:  (ROFL) "No Honey, I didn't almost hit a giraffe, did you see a giraffe?"
Jim: "Uh-huh"
Me: Laughing some more...  "Honey, I don't think so, I think it was an opossum."
When I was pretty sure we'd finished most of the almost hit, almost squished, are you sure it wasn't a giraffe conversation, I called my Mom and relayed the funny stuff.
Gotta love kids!
* Actually, I'm pretty sure I could kill one if I was hungry enough, but let's hope I NEVER get that hungry. Really, that would suck on so many different levels.

1 comment:

HereWeGoAJen said...

He's right, you know. A giraffe would probably do a lot of damage to your car.

Where I used to live in Florida, a wild animal park was being built. Something like nine monkeys escaped from it and were roaming around the neighborhoods. I never saw them, but I don't think they ever caught all of them again.