Writings of a teachermom, choosing to stay home with her kids, while loathing all domestic responsibilities! In late Aug. 2008, I was diagnosed with Triple Negative breast cancer. After surgery, chemo and radiation, I was given theall clear. However, in the late summer of 2008, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor, which metasticized to other areas.

Friday, June 30, 2006

Trash talk

Cameron and I were cleaning up the playroom, putting the colorful pitballs in a large black garbage bag where we usually store them.

"Hey Mom, my whole body could fit in that bag," he proclaimed with a little too much enthusiasm.

"Yes, it could. But why wouldn't you ever do that?"

I've told him before about suffocation and plastic, so I figured he would say something about not being able to breath and dying.

His actual response: "Because if I was in there and then someone tied up the bag and forgot about me, then on Monday, you'd put me out with the garbage and I'd go in the trash truck and it could crush me."

Not the answer I expected, but yet another good reason why not to hide in a garbage bag.


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