Conversation: The orange stuff.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 4 comments link this post
"Do you see that orange stuff?" my little nephew Jesse asked me. He'd pulled me over to the large window in the second-floor hotel room, which overlooked the indoor atrium where the pool was. I'd stopped by the hotel since the family was in town on a vacation.
I looked intently for the orange stuff that Jesse was talking about. By the steps and handrail that led out of the shallow end of the pool, I saw what looked to be a pile of cheetos, smashed and soaked, in a peculiar pile on the tile floor.
"Yes, I see it," I said. "What is it?"
"That's where I threw up last night!" he said excitedly. "I got out of the pool and threw up!"
Oh, my.
Labels: conversations, family
Copyright (c) Julie R. Neidlinger 7/10/2008 11:19:00 PM
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4 Comments:
Well, at least he got out of the pool.
By 
Rey, at
11/7/08 06:21
Too cute! I love innocence/honesty! We lack that as adults
By Shannon, at
11/7/08 12:49
I just lost my lunch.
By David Cho, at
11/7/08 14:01
The kid really "let it go," didn't he?
By David Cho, at
11/7/08 14:10
