A Hug, A Kiss, A Bicycle

The other day Tashi said, “If I’m really good, can I have a hug or a kiss or a bicycle?”

I tried that line on my dad and guess what I got.

Morning Report

I was looking at Tashi’s skin this morning.  It’s perfect:  tan, smooth and silky.  Not freckly like mine.  I said to Victoria, “Tashi must have gotten her skin from the donor.”

Tashi said, “Who’s my donor?”

I said, “We don’t know him, remember?  You’ve seen his picture, from when he was a little boy.”

Tashi said, “I want to see his picture from when he was a man.”

I said, “Me too, but we can’t.  He donated anonymously.”

Tashi said, “Who’s the girls’ donor?”

I said, “Uncle Tony.  But he’s not a donor.  He’s their dad.  We have a donor because we needed a man to give me the sperm so that I could get pregnant.”

She said, “Do you like purple nail polish?”

I said, “I love it.”

What’s in a Name?

Before Sebastian was born I asked Tashi if she’d want to call Victoria Mami if the baby called her Mami.  She said yes.  

The baby doesn’t talk yet, but Victoria and I have been all over the place trying to name each other.  She wants Mami.  So I went with Mama.  The problem is, we can’t ever remember to call each other that in front of the kids.  And Tashi already calls me Mami, so when she calls out Mami and Victoria comes running, Tashi really means me. 

This morning I asked Tashi again what she and her brother will call us when he can talk.  We batted around a few ideas.  I said, “How about Tushi Mami for Victoria, because Victoria has a big butt, and Curly Mami for me, because I have curly hair?”   

Tashi said, “Tushi Mami can be a little embarrassing,” and we both laughed. 

“How about Mami and Mami and if we need to decide, Mami Vicky and Mami Andrea?” Tashi said. 

Smart kid.

Falling Out of Love

Tashi said she doesn’t like her flip-flops anymore.  I said, “What?  You begged me for those.”

She said, “It’s like a divorce.”

I said, “How do you mean?”

She said, “You know how divorces are.  Divorce out of love.”