Musings by The Poet Loriet
My Baby Girl Disappeared With The Bathwater
My Baby Girl Disappeared With The Bathwater......
My vivacious daughter
is full of "good ideas,"
and it's quite dangerous
to leave her alone
with her imagination.
It was just a bath,
a routine school night
before bed bath,
but then again...
nothing's ever routine
with my Morgan.
She's nine years old
going on twenty,
and as she glided
into my room
in her towel turban,
naked body dripping,
grinning like a Cheshire cat,
I automatically asked,
"What did you do?"
She shrugged nonchalantly
with a glimmer of mischief
as she reported,
"You know that
hair-scraping thing?"
"A razor?," I supplied.
"Yeah that, well,
I just taught myself
how to use one!"
I held my breath
as she twirled before me,
beads of bathwater
glistening in the light
of a sixty-watt bulb.
She proclaimed herself
"the new hairless wonder,
no hair anywhere
except my head!,"
and shook her long mane
free from the towel
for emphasis.
I gasped as my eyes
followed her arms,
previously covered
in fine downy-soft
brunette hairs.
She flipped her towel
around her like a cape,
"Hair is so gross, Mom!
After all, I'm not
a spider,
you know?"...
and for once,
I was left
speechless,
wide-eyed
with a mix of
horror and amusement
for one pregnant moment...
until I collapsed
on my bed
in a fit of hilarity,
tears rolling down
my shocked face.
I momentarily forgot
the good parent mantra...
Never, ever
trust them
when they're quiet!
Lori Beal
My vivacious daughter
is full of "good ideas,"
and it's quite dangerous
to leave her alone
with her imagination.
It was just a bath,
a routine school night
before bed bath,
but then again...
nothing's ever routine
with my Morgan.
She's nine years old
going on twenty,
and as she glided
into my room
in her towel turban,
naked body dripping,
grinning like a Cheshire cat,
I automatically asked,
"What did you do?"
She shrugged nonchalantly
with a glimmer of mischief
as she reported,
"You know that
hair-scraping thing?"
"A razor?," I supplied.
"Yeah that, well,
I just taught myself
how to use one!"
I held my breath
as she twirled before me,
beads of bathwater
glistening in the light
of a sixty-watt bulb.
She proclaimed herself
"the new hairless wonder,
no hair anywhere
except my head!,"
and shook her long mane
free from the towel
for emphasis.
I gasped as my eyes
followed her arms,
previously covered
in fine downy-soft
brunette hairs.
She flipped her towel
around her like a cape,
"Hair is so gross, Mom!
After all, I'm not
a spider,
you know?"...
and for once,
I was left
speechless,
wide-eyed
with a mix of
horror and amusement
for one pregnant moment...
until I collapsed
on my bed
in a fit of hilarity,
tears rolling down
my shocked face.
I momentarily forgot
the good parent mantra...
Never, ever
trust them
when they're quiet!
Lori Beal
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My Baby Girl Disappeared With The Bathwater
My Baby Girl Disappeared With The Bathwater
