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My 5 year old checked out a Hank the Cowdog c.d. from the library. Everywhere we drive we are accompanied by Hank's tales. I'm starting to cogitate in Hank's vernacular, see, because as head of this ranch's social life I do a lot of cogitation.
It's kind of like what happens after an overdose of Dr. Suess.
I was fixin dinner yesterday. "Fixin" because we live in the South. We fix a lot of things. We can even be fixin to fix a lot of things.
Anyway. I'll try to write normally now...
My 3 year old ran in the back door in a gleeful burst of fresh air and hollered, "I need a sharp knife to cut the skin off too!"
So of course I reached in the knife drawer and handed my 3 year old a sharp knife.
Wait, no I didn't. I believe what happened was a momentary tableau. At the exact moment that he hollered, "sharp knife, and, skin," several other family members were in motion moving through the dining room and kitchen. We all froze.
I think the word "skin" was the clincher.
"Um, what skin?"
"The skin like big brother is cutting off with his knife."
Well that was helpful. There was a general household-wide movement to the back door. "The skin of the pointy thing... you know..."
Why do children speak so slowly when you most want them to HURRY UP and get to the point.
"Oh, you know off a tree, a stick. The skin on a stick."
"Bark!" exhaled 3 or 4 listeners all at once.
I think we offended him with our laughter.
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My 5 year old checked out a Hank the Cowdog c.d. from the library. Everywhere we drive we are accompanied by Hank's tales. I'm starting to cogitate in Hank's vernacular, see, because as head of this ranch's social life I do a lot of cogitation.
It's kind of like what happens after an overdose of Dr. Suess.
I was fixin dinner yesterday. "Fixin" because we live in the South. We fix a lot of things. We can even be fixin to fix a lot of things.
Anyway. I'll try to write normally now...
My 3 year old ran in the back door in a gleeful burst of fresh air and hollered, "I need a sharp knife to cut the skin off too!"
So of course I reached in the knife drawer and handed my 3 year old a sharp knife.
Wait, no I didn't. I believe what happened was a momentary tableau. At the exact moment that he hollered, "sharp knife, and, skin," several other family members were in motion moving through the dining room and kitchen. We all froze.
I think the word "skin" was the clincher.
"Um, what skin?"
"The skin like big brother is cutting off with his knife."
Well that was helpful. There was a general household-wide movement to the back door. "The skin of the pointy thing... you know..."
Why do children speak so slowly when you most want them to HURRY UP and get to the point.
"Oh, you know off a tree, a stick. The skin on a stick."
"Bark!" exhaled 3 or 4 listeners all at once.
I think we offended him with our laughter.
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3 comments:
wow. close call. you know, sometimes your blog freaks me out if I think of it as a oracle of my future with boys. Freaks. me. out.
Think of it as a way to pre-stress yourself so that when you're boys are older being "creative" you are prepared. Like stonewashed denim.
Then you can blog and freak out a new generation...
stonewashed denim! Ahahahaha!
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