Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Why I love being a mom

Here's an actual conversation I just had with my pint-sized 8-year-old daughter.

Daughter: I've never been skiing in my whole life.

Me: You want to experience everything, don't you?

Daughter: Yes.

(PAUSE)

Daughter: Except going to jail.

(PAUSE)

Daughter: And dying.

(PAUSE)

(PAUSE)

(PAUSE)

Daughter: And eating rabbit.

11 comments:

RobinSlick said...

Oh god I love that Emma.

(And Emma? I can't bear the thought of eating rabbits, either. Who would do such a thing!)

RobinSlick said...

P.S. Ellen, you know my famous "I took Julie skiing" story, right? She also wanted me to try something new. I spent the entire day in and out of the nurse's office with blisters and frostbite having never mastered getting my skis on and off let alone going down a hill...my daughter won a trophy an hour into our lesson for acing the beginner slope her first time. She waved at me from the ski lift while I miserably paid $8.00 for five Advil at the snack bar.

Ms. Lori said...

HAhahaha! Too CUTE!

Ellen said...

Lol, Rob. I'm pretty sure I'd have the exact same experience if I ever took Emma skiing.

The part of the conversation I left out is that I confessed to Emma that I had actually eaten rabbit once. She gasped! I told her it tasted like turkey, which it did.

Cold, hard reality, baby.

Ellen said...

Hi Lori! Thanks. :)

Myfanwy Collins said...

I was trying to post a comment for a while and blogger wouldn't let me!

I love this post, Ellen! Your daughter is so funny and a girl right after my own heart.

Susan Henderson said...

HA! I love that girl!

David Niall Wilson said...

That is very cute.

Funny true story from my past. My snooty grandmother on my step-father's side (not really my grandmother at all, in other words)and her family had us over for dinner when I was about 7. My brother is 3 years younger than I am. Someone (probably drunken step-fatherwith a big redneck grin) told him they were serving rabbit.

Dinner started. Billy (little brother) is sitting and staring, lip quivering, touching nothing. My mom asked what was wrong. He pointed at the meat in the middle of the table and announced.

"We're eating the EASTER BUNNY!".

Silence. Billy is excused. I am excused. The rabbit is cleared away and everyone (including grumbling step-dad) is forced to eat coldcuts (lol).

D

Ellen said...

Thanks Myf and Sue. She really IS something, if I do say so myself. :)

David, what a great family story! I bet Billy hasn't eaten rabbit to this day.

David Niall Wilson said...

No, I'm sure he hasn't. I have, sadly, because when I was in the Navy, out at sea, we ate what they served. Out there, I can assure you, it all tastes just like everything else though (lol).

D

Hmmmm My word verification is ysexyxy ?

katrina said...

Haha!! Smart girl!