Tuesday, 23 June 2009

  • Now I Know My Son's a Male...

    As the three of us were waiting in the doctor's office for 13 to have her swimmer's ear checked (I always diagnose before they're seen and 99% of the time I'm right) I was trying to pass the time in clever fashion.  Eight year old boys get bored very very quickly.

    ME: "If you were a rock where would you want to live?"

    You could almost see their cheeks pull as I snagged their attention.  Both sprouted amused grins on their faces at such a preposterous inquiry.

    8: "hehe.  What do you mean?"

    ME:  "Well remember when we were having that picnic in the mountains last summer with ____ and ____ and ____ and we all got in the river and started jumping from rock to rock trying unsuccessfully not to get wet?"

    8 and 13:  "yeah?"

    ME:  "That's where I'd like to live if I were a rock."

    From there the conversation progressed about the pros and cons of rock life in different locales.  When we exhausted all things rocky my son changed the topic.

    8:  "(wearing a guilty grin) Know where I'd want to live if I were a shell?"

    ME:  "No. Where?"

    8:  "On a mermaid's bra."

    13:  "(trying not to laugh) You're gross!"

    But I couldn't help myself.  I laughed.  We all laughed.  On a mermaid's bra!  What a card!

    It's official, my son is a male.  Lordy help me!

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