We are at a stop light. A man with one leg, on crutches, walks by with a sign asking for money.
Meg: “Is he walking to go get a new leg?”
Me: “……Uh, no, honey. He’s asking for money. You see, sometimes people don’t have any money, so they need help from others — ”
Meg: “Do you know who I know who lost a hand in Star Wars?”
Me: “……..Who.”
Meg: “LUKE SKYWALKER!”
Me: “Yes.”
Meg: “Sometimes you need a new hand, or a new face if you can’t see well. Or new pants.”
Me: “Those completely unrelated things are all partially true.”
Meg: “If Ben and I turn into pants, we will be Doctor Pants!”
Me: “I love it. I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I love it.”
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September 21, 2012 at 6:41 am
My kids do the same thing in the car
On a fifteen minute drive, my 5 year old daughter asked about God, the cruxifiction, the creation of the Earth, evolution and the resurrection. Of note is that we haven’t been to church since Christmas. And I barely skirted how babies are made. All before 8 am. Then we get in the house, and she doesn’t want to talk anymore.
September 21, 2012 at 7:46 am
HA! Yeah, it’s remarkable isn’t it. You turn on the engine, they turn on their mouths.
September 21, 2012 at 10:52 am
Yesterday with my 5 1/2 year old twins in the car:
Sissy: Mama, Bubba needs a haircut.
Bubba: With Daddy!
Sissy: Daddy isn’t wearing any hair right now! (He’s shaved his head bald for summer.)
Bubba: He KNOWS where to get a boy haircut!
Sissy: You know who wears a LOT of hair? Grandpa! (Who has long hair.)
Bubba: Hahahaha Grandpa is the KING of CHEESE!
Me: Why is Grandpa the King of Cheese?
Bubba: Grandma said, and he’s the cheesiest!
Me: What?
Bubba: Hahahahahahahaha…
Me: Why?
Bubba and Sissy: hahahahahahahahahahahahaha
I was confused. I still am. Apparently, Grandpa is the cheesiest. Step aside Kraft, I guess…
September 21, 2012 at 5:11 pm
No one is cheesier than Grandpa….that almost sounds like a Kraft commercial, doesn’t it?!
September 22, 2012 at 6:40 am
This sounds exactly like the kinds of conversations that happen in my house. Totally.
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September 22, 2012 at 6:42 am
Oh…btw? CONGRATS!! I’m such a ditz. I came here to say “congrats” and then spaced….
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September 22, 2012 at 6:48 am
Thanks!! You too!! I just finished first assignment……I think…….I’ll probably torture it for a few more hours before I submit it. Hope yours is churning right along!!