"Hey, be careful", I called after Danny as he climbed up on the rocking chair. "You know what will happen if you hurt your noggin."
"OK, Mama."
"No really Danny, tell me what happens if you bang your noggin being careless."
"It makes you a simple dullard, and when people ask, "what is two plus two?" a simple dullard says, "Duh, I dunno."
"That’s right. Then what?"
(pause)
"I don’t believe you. I don’t think that’s really the truth about moving to Kansas."
"Sure it is Danny, everyone knows that Kansas was set up as a colony for simple dullards. Ask anyone."
"I’m going to do that. I’ll ask a librarian."
"You do that."
"I don’t believe Swedish people eat cat, either."
"Fine. You ask your librarian friend about that one too-but you still can’t climb on the furniture."
"OK Mama."
I repeat once again: there’s a a book in that kid’s musings.
Comment by Raymond — March 19, 2009 @ 4:43 am
Tell me about it. This morning he asked me to write “Mushy Stuff” on a piece of paper, so I did. He then took a red marker, drew a circle around it with a line through and said:
“There, stop hugging and kissing me Mama.It says NO MUSHY STUFF.”
I might have cried if I could stop lauging.
Comment by JSM — March 19, 2009 @ 2:07 pm
holy chripes! Laugh or cry is right. ? ! !
Comment by Raymond — March 19, 2009 @ 6:04 pm