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.