Sunday, October 21, 2007
Mommy Dearest
On the way home from the ranch this evening...
Boo, with authority: Mommies are a kind of monster.
Me, nervously: What did you say, Boo?
Boo, with greater conviction: MOMMIES ARE A KIND OF MONSTER.
Me, wracked with guilt over what kind of damage I might have unwittingly inflicted on my 4-year old: Do you really think so, Boo?
Boo: Yes. And mommies live in the desert.
Me, awash with relief: Boo, do you mean MUMMIES?
Boo: Yep. Mummies.
Not to be confused with mommies.
Boo: And mummies live in the desert.
Me: Ummm......you've got part of that right.
Not exactly alive, those mummies.
Max: Egypt, actually. And they're wrapped in toilet paper.
This idea makes Boo start to giggle.
Boo: Yeah, booty paper.
More giggles. Ordinarily I'd probably have reprimanded Boo's word choice, but I held my tongue.
Because I do not want to a monster. No, no, no. I do not.
Boo, with authority: Mommies are a kind of monster.
Me, nervously: What did you say, Boo?
Boo, with greater conviction: MOMMIES ARE A KIND OF MONSTER.
Me, wracked with guilt over what kind of damage I might have unwittingly inflicted on my 4-year old: Do you really think so, Boo?
Boo: Yes. And mommies live in the desert.
Me, awash with relief: Boo, do you mean MUMMIES?
Boo: Yep. Mummies.
Not to be confused with mommies.
Boo: And mummies live in the desert.
Me: Ummm......you've got part of that right.
Not exactly alive, those mummies.
Max: Egypt, actually. And they're wrapped in toilet paper.
This idea makes Boo start to giggle.
Boo: Yeah, booty paper.
More giggles. Ordinarily I'd probably have reprimanded Boo's word choice, but I held my tongue.
Because I do not want to a monster. No, no, no. I do not.
1 Comments:
No you most certainly are not a monster. Now I don't fee so bad that Tom and I do not always understand his pronouncements when we are riding in the car. Love, Mom
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