"What?!"
This was too much bad information for me to process while holding a large stack of books. I forgot about it soon after but she approached the subject again:
"I ate dirt and it was bitter."
"Why would you eat dirt? You know, there's something wrong there," I said. Thinking pica.
"Why would something be wrong, Mom?"
"No one just goes out and eats dirt. Do you need minerals or something? More vitamins? You even wet yourself a little today. Are you ok?"
"What Mom, do you think I am retarded or something? Do you think I am crazy?"
I looked at her with one eye (I was driving) and one eyebrow raised. "Well..."
"Well what? You just called me a retarded child! "
"I didn't."
"Yes, you did!"
"I didn't."
"Mom!"
"Really, she didn't," said the friend.
"What?!" my daughter yelped.
"I tried dirt too," said the friend, "but I spit it out. It was icky. But {Girl}, didn't you actually eat it?"
The Girl lamented and went prostrate on the instant.
On the way home she remained this way. I played "Bridge Over Troubled Water" as loud as I could, sang as loud as I could with Mr. Garfunkel, and reached my hand behind my seat to grasp my Girl's leg. A cop pulled me over.
After I handed him my license and registration and he walked off, the Girl said, "Do you think he will give you a ticket?"
"I don't know," I said, annoyed that I just blew $150.
"You know," the Girl said knowingly to her friend, "last time Mom got out of it because she cri--"
"Hey, enough!"
3 comments:
Well? Did you get of the ticket? Did ya cry?
My daughter eats dirt too.
You got pulled over because you were singing "Bridge Over Troubled Water" didn't you know that's illegal in 18 states with legislation proposed in another 26? Sheesh.
Did you get a ticket?
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