9 hours ago
Thursday, February 06, 2014
Actual Conversation in the Delagar Household
(Explanatory headnote: About two months ago at an artists supply shop, the kid and I bought cool erasers. Mine was blue; hers was pink.)
Today, In the Living Room. Snow Outside. The Kid is drawing. She notices the mug of pens and other implements by my chair.
The Kid: Hey.
The Kid: That's my eraser.
Me: No, it's not. That one's mine.
The Kid: Well. But I can't find mine.
Me: That doesn't mean you get to have mine.
The Kid: Yes, it does.
Me: No, it doesn't. Just because you lose your stuff, doesn't mean I have to give you mine.
The Kid: If I lost my slippers, you'd give me yours. Wouldn't you?
Me: You don't get my eraser.
The Kid: What if I lost all my money. You'd give me money. Right?
Me: It's my eraser.
The Kid: If I needed a kidney, you'd give me a kidney. I need that eraser!
Me: Go away. It's mine.
The Kid (goes sadly away. Over her shoulder): I can steal it when you're asleep.