Tuesday, March 03, 2009

helmet hair

There is an ominous thump from the living room, but no crying. Ali comes into the kitchen holding his head at a tilt. "I opened my head," he tells me. "For me?" I ask, pretending its a gift. I tell him it didn't hurt because of his overgrown head of hair. "When I'm bald, it'll hurt," he tells me. "When I'm bald and the giant drops me on my head." Then he tells me that giants aren't real.

2 comments:

Mama Zen said...

Oh, I hate an ominous thump!

Lomagirl said...

I wait for the crying to gauge the crisis level. Luckily this time he hadn't actually opened himself up.