Adult Conversation (Friday Flash Fiction)

“Remember when they were babies? All cute and soft.”

“And they were quiet as long as we held them.”

“Yeah…that was nice.”

“Woah, watch out. Almost took a lego to the head there.”

“It’s okay, I’ve got good reflexes.”

“Remember when we could leave the house at nine to go see a movie?”

“And not worry that we had to rush home because the babysitter was probably locked in the bathroom suffering post traumatic stress disorder. I should give Kaitlyn’s mother a call and see how she’s doing.”

“I don’t think they’ll be taking our calls for awhile.”

“Probably not. At least not until her hair grows back.”

“Is there any milk left?”

“Did you check the fridge?”

“That was my first line of reasoning.”

“Try the pantry.”

“The pantry?”

“Yeah.”

“Why on earth would the milk be in the--hey, there it is.”

“Told you. Has it gone bad?”

“Eh, not quite room temperature. We’ll survive.”

“There are clean sippy cups in the dishwasher.”

“Do you smell that?”

“Oh no. No, no, no, no! WHERE DOES POOPY GO?”

“I think he’s made it obvious that he doesn’t know the correct answer to that question.”

“Ugh. Two weeks and no accidents. Come on, mister. Shower time.”

“Here, I’ll give you a hand.”

“And leave the other one unguarded?”

“Good point. Let‘s shower him too. He smells almost as bad as his brother.”

“Might as well. Catch him fast.”

“Come on. GOTCHA! No. NO. Stop pulling Daddy’s hair.”

“He’s already turned it gray. He’s just trying to finish the job.”

“How come when they get a shower we always end up needing one too?”

“I’m too tired for one.”

“Agreed. Bedtime.”

“All right, good night boys. Love you.”

“Remember when we had no one to tuck in at night?”

“Yeah. That sucked.”