21 March 2007

Father Daughter Talks

10:43 p.m., in our darkened bedroom. I am just about to fall asleep when Rodney enters the room, lifts the covers and starts speaking to my belly.

Rodney: Helllooo! Sprout! Sprout!

No answer.

Rodney: Helloo, Niobi! (a name I had rejected about 20 minutes earlier)

No answer.

Me (sleepily): Um, I'm trying to sleep here.

Rodney: Do you mind? I'm having a conversation with my daughter.

1 Comments:

Blogger Chapelcomehere said...

I can totally see Rodney doing this. The part where he says, "Do you mind? I'm having a conversation with my daughter." I can see him with a deviant smile on his face. How cute.
:-)

10:01 AM  

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