Say What?

You know why it's hard to be a parent? Here's why.

Abby was in the bathtub, following days of not bathing, following days of pink-streaked-hair-turned-pink-scalp, when she turned on her side, put her hand on her hip, and said, "Do I look like the photograph?"

Say what?

"What photograph? What photograph have you seen that shows a girl posing like that?"

"I don't remember."

"Really? Think, please. On TV, here or at school? Did someone show you a photograph?"

Nothing. Silence.

I re-told the story to Bryon. "Maybe she saw a painting or statue at the museum?" Yes, surely that's it. Months ago, the last time we visited the museum, she saw a sculpture of a reclining nude and felt like mentioning it tonight.

So, that. That's why parenting sometimes makes you want to stock up on canned goods, lock everybody in the house and listen to old timey radio programs.