So although we’ve moved into our new apartment in Auburndale, Banana has to finish school in Northampton, so we’re in a company apartment in Easthampton right now for the week, and heading back to Auburndale on the weekends for a few weeks. When we got here today and started unpacking, Banana set off to check it out. It didn’t take long, because it’s a loft apartment and it’s pretty small, so she hauled it upstairs while I put stuff away downstairs in the fridge. After a few minutes, she leaned over the railing – “Momma?” E: Yah. A: There’s only one bed up here. E: Yah I know. A: Well, isn’t this my room? E: Yah. A: Well if this is my room, and that’s the living room, where’s your room? E: Well we’re going to share a room honey. A: You mean you’re going to sleep in the same bed with me? E: Yah. A, looks around the room upstairs, then looks downstairs at me and says, totally stonefaced, “That’s bullshit.”
I didn’t laugh. Well, I laughed on the inside, and on the outside, we talked about words you shoudn’t use. I’m not a big fan of bullshit, I’m more of a JC kind of cusser, and although I’m sure I’ve said it in her presence, I don’t think she gets what it means. She kind of nailed it though. It is bullshit. But it’s just for a few weeks. And really, I hear her feet padding into my room at least once a week to crawl into bed with me, so I don’t think she really thinks it’s bullshit.
Right now I’m sitting downstairs typing this, and she’s laying on the floor of the loft, peeking through the railings, and thinking I can’t see her. I can’t bring myself to bust her, because it’s too cute.