Questa è Enida

Saying goodnight is getting more and more challenging these days with Kitreena. While I do enjoy the bed-talk, the cuddles, the giggles and the many thought-provoking topics, I shouldn’t be entertaining half of her theories, really! And at bedtime the other night, out of nowhere…

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Kitreena: Mom, could you please have another baby?

Mommy: *chokes on her reply* Another what?

Kitreena: Another baby. And a baby girl please. I want a baby sister.

Mommy: Where did this come from?

Kitreena: Mommm please, it would be really nice if there’s a baby in the house.

Mommy: *is still very much flabbergasted* But I can’t have a baby without a husband.

Kitreena: Why not?

Mommy: Because a woman needs a man to get a baby.

Kitreena: You mean you need a husband to get pregnant?

Mommy: Uh, yeah!

Kitreena: I don’t get it. But the baby is going to be in your tummy.

Mommy: Yes, it is. But my tummy needs a husband to make it pregnant. *tries not to be too explicit to an eight-year old*

Kitreena: Ohhhhh! Is that why people get married? To get babies?

Mommy: Well, not all. But mostly. Yes.

Kitreena: Hmmm… since Daddy doesn’t want to be your husband anymore, you have to get a new husband, Mom.

Mommy: Well, maybe I don’t want a new husband.

Kitreena: But how are you going to get another baby then?

Mommy: Maybe I don’t want another baby.

Kitreena: Mommy, please?

Mommy: It’s not as easy as getting a fish at the market you know. Besides, who would want to be my husband.

Kitreena: *smiles very widely*

Mommy: Oh come on now baby, it’s bedtime. Good night! *tries not to smile*

Kitreena: But Mommm, I really do want a baby sister. *pouts*

Mommy: I’ll go fishing tomorrow then. Good night Monchhh!

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