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.
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.
posted by Evonne at
8:38 PM
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