I think I’ll try it too. I don’t mean the forest. I like to sleep under the canopy, but all I need is an open skylight in the attic bedroom. But to find a child in me, I actually have it behind me. So not me, but a gynecologist. Thirty years ago, pregnancy tests could not be bought at a pharmacy. Thanks to them, the discovery of the inner child was greatly simplified, but her friend probably didn’t mean that. Not at our age. So is there an inner child other than the one who will become an outer child in nine months? And what will happen when I find him?
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It depends on how much he gets. If it’s going to be a three-month-old bastard like my grandson František, I’m having a pretty good holiday. Eat, sleep, eat, sleep, bathe, eat, sleep … I just would be a little bothered by slippers. The overalls are in now, but it’s not very practical. I had something on my face (it wasn’t crying) and like a monster, my zipper got stuck on my back. Not enough and the inner child was here in full swing. So I’d rather take a preschooler. I can already afford my favorite skirt there, there is still plenty of sleep, especially “after”. But I would have to eat chicken on peppers, and I don’t like that. How about puberty? Also not. I really don’t want to go back to the days when I refused to leave the house for a week because of a barely visible black dot on my chin, and I didn’t even pick up the phone. Because I would have to be walled up today. So in the end, there will be nothing in me about discovering the baby. In addition, my mom still handles it perfectly for me. Good (would you like strawberry dumplings?) Or bad (look at that flower, can’t you be a little careful when chopping?).
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Maybe I could try to find a goddess in her, she wears it now. But wow, all the interesting resorts, including abundance, beauty, wisdom and love, have already been dismantled. So what about an indoor animal? A Pilates friend has found one. When the exercise is very demanding, it makes sounds similar to the grunting of a bear. My body also makes sounds from time to time. But rather than beings, they are guts. Well, not everyone got a talent for discovery. But the guts, we all have them.
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You can read other funny feuilletons by Lucie Šilhová in the section Through the eyes of fifties. And listen podcast MUDr.ováníwho is preparing for our site every Wednesday 11:00.
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