Thursday, September 24, 2009

who's the kidder?

Madge has been around me too long, in the sense that it's hard for me to shock her anymore.
The first instance was back in San Francisco, when some aria that's a bit too high for my limited aging baritone - let's say Nessun Dorma - was playing in a restaurant but I decided "what the hell" and just pushed a little harder as I belted out "Vin-eh-CEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-ro!" in my best Prosciutto Pavarotti imitation. Neither of the kids even looked up from their meals.
Then, yesterday, we were walking home from school and Madge was complaining about lower back pains, a stomach pain and a slight queasiness, as well as a headache and irritability. I think they all come from the flu we're sharing (as a family is prone to do), but I said,
"Maybe you're pregnant."
Hoping, of course, for a shocked, "Dad-deeeeee-uh!"
Instead, she nonchalantly said,
"Maybe."
AND LET ME F--IN' SUFFER OPEN-MOUTHED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SIDEWALK FOR A GOOD FOUR-MISSISSIPPI before adding,
"But I don't know how that would have happened."
Sheesh.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Good one Madge!!!!! I'm surprised Daddieeeeee didn't faint. granny

Anonymous said...

Tip, keep the play dates with girls only to be on the safe side. Ha Ha

Karenn said...

That's hilarious!! I knew that child was going to be dangerous when she understood "teasing" at age 3!!