Thursday, January 13, 2011
Be careful what you wish for
I am sorry for the long absence, but I've been a little....under the weather since Christmas, having hit the pulmonary lotto (thanks Jen, for that phrase) of pneumonia with a side of bronchitis. So I've been off work since New Year's, trying to rest and regain my strength while the antibiotics and steriods do their magic.
I thought I'd tell you about a conversation that happened on New Year's Eve. On holidays in Windsor, the girls and I went out for dinner with family to a Chinese restaurant in Lasalle. On the way out, the owner gave each of the girls a cellophane bag holding several fortune cookies. On the way to my sister's place in Belle River, the girls started eating the cookies and reading the fortunes.
Leah: Mum, listen to this fortune, it's weird: "Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it." That doesn't sound bad.
Me: When you're a bit older, I'll read you a story called 'The Monkey's Paw'. It's really scary.
Leah: How is getting what you wish for scary?
Me: In the story, the wishes don't turn out like the people thought they would.
Rachel: I don't think that story would be scary at all.
Me: No? Why not?
Rachel: What's so scary about a bunch of monkeys getting their nails done?
Me: ......? [comprehension dawns] Rachel, it's "The Monkey's Paw" not "The Monkey Spa".
I had occasion to revisit this subject with Leah a few days ago. I told her that I had been wishing for a week off work while she and her sister were at school, so that I could declutter and deep clean the house. Well, I got the week off alright, but was too weak to do more than lie on the couch watching True Blood and C.S.I. on DVD. I told her that I should have been careful what I wished for.
I think she gets it now.