Weird and Wonderful Wednesday: Love is Always and Forever

"Mom, if I were a mean and terrible tiger, would you still love me?"

"Yes, I suppose I would."

"But what if I had really sharp teeth and wanted to eat you--just like a real tiger? Would you still let me inside the house?"

"Yes, I'd still let you inside. I'd just have to be careful about it."

"What if I were a stinky skunk, Mom? Would you let me in then?"

"Yes, I suppose so. I'd have to plug my nose, though. Skunks can be smelly you know."

"A mountain goat? What about a mountain goat, Mom? Could you love me even then?"

"Yes, I could love you even then, but there would be no climbing on the kitchen counters or the dining room table."

"But what if I were a shark? What then, Mom?"

"Ooh, a shark?! I guess I could still love you and let you live here. But no bathtubs for you! Or swimming pools either!"

"How 'bout a lion? If I were a lion would you still love me--even with my horrible roar and humongous teeth?"

"Yep. I'd still love you."

"What about an alligator or a crocodile?"

"Yessss, I'd still love you as an alligator. Or as a crocodile. And I wouldn't turn you into a bag or shoes either."

"Really?"

"Really."

"What if I were a porcupine with jillions and jillions of prickly things that would poke you? Would you still love me even then?"

"Yep. Even then. But I'd have to hug you veeeeeery carefully."

"What about a snail? If I were a slippery, slimy snail that leaves disgusting trails, would you still love me, Mom?"

"Yes, but I'd expect you to clean up your sliminess every day."

"Every day?"

"Every day."

"How 'bout a three-headed, eighteen-legged, five-tailed dog with ginormous teeth? Could you still love me and let me inside?"

"Yes, I'd still love you and let you inside."

"And you wouldn't be afraid?"

"I wouldn't be afraid."

"What if I were a vulture with a purple tongue that shot out poisonous scissors?! Would you still love me then?"

"Poisonous scissors?! Yikes! But even still, I'd love you."

"What if I were a giant nose that sneezed and sneezed on everything I was mad at--with HUGE boogers, and if the nose had arms and legs that could throw rotten tomatoes at you? Would you still love me?"

"Yes, I'd still love you, but I'd make you blow that nose and throw the tomatoes in the trash."

"But what if I were an elephant? I might stomple you with just one foot! Would you still love me then?"

"Yes, but you'd have to watch your step. And there'd be no jumping on the beds or couch. Ever."

"Ever?"

"Ever."

"Okay, Mom. I was just wondering those things."

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Copyright 2009 Melinda L. Wentzel