After dinner tonight, Gabe suggested we go on a family photo walk to the Metro Gardens. Nina and I went yesterday (Monday) and saw two snakes, two turtles, and a slew of frogs, and Gabe was in the mood for some wildlife shots.
As we were piling in the van, a little girl across the street just about got hit by a car chasing the bouncy ball that had gotten away from her. Gabe turned to the girls, “That’s how I got hit by a car when I was eight. I was chasing after a ball and didn’t look both ways.”
As we drove down the street, the girls were discussing how tragic that would have been if Daddy had gotten killed.
“If Daddy would have died, I wouldn’t be here,” Ava said.
“Is that all you can think about?” I asked. “What about Daddy?”
“If Daddy would’ve been killed,” Nina said, “then Ava wouldn’t be born, because Mommy and Daddy couldn’t have insects.”
I’ll let her comment sink in for a few seconds, because that’s how long it took me to realize what she meant. And it took every last drop of my willpower to respond to her without laughing.
“Do you mean SEX?” I said.
“Yeah, sex,” she said, sheepishly.
Her older sisters started HOWLING. Ava had tears in her eyes she was laughing so hard. And if there’s one thing Nina can’t hack, it’s her sisters laughing at her when she’s not trying to be funny.
So she started wailing.
And Gabe reprimanded Livi and Ava.
And I sat there biting the inside of my lip and looking out the window.
The whole time we were at the Metro Gardens, “insects” kept popping into my head, and I could grin freely because no one knew the real reason.
On the way out, we grabbed a Park Scope magazine, and Nina perused it from her booster seat. “Look at these frogs, Mommy,” she said. “They’re on top of each other.”
Mating wood frogs, the caption read. How appropo.
I grinned at her. “That’s because they’re having insects.”