Blitzen calls to me, through the closed bathroom door.
Hmm, I think to myself, what on earth are you doing in there? But out loud I explain, “Umm, something that you are not allowed to do, no matter what, under any circumstances.”
The door opens a crack and one beautiful brown eyeball peers at me. I can see that the child is, well, indisposed. I suppose this a good, quiet place to think. And Blitzen says, in a grave voice, “Like our love is forbidden?”
Carrie to Blitzen, trying so hard not to crack up because having a 9 year old, who just happens to be sitting on the pot, ask me about forbidden love is really just too too hilarious. “No,” I say trying to match her seriousness. “Our love is not forbidden in any way. It is just happy and good. But forbidden love is a saying although I am not quite sure why anyone would be forbidden to love someone else.”
Blitzen is quiet for a minute, then says, “Ok.” And closes the door.
To live in Blitzen’s brain for like 10 minutes would be one hell of a wild ride, me thinks…