Oldest son to Youngest son about a book he read concerning wolves:" Wolves are dogs."
Youngest: "No, they're not."
Oldest: "Yes, they are...right, mom?"
Me, as I am working in the kitchen, only half listening: "Yes, wolves are wild dogs."
Oldest: "Some kids at school do this!" He sticks his hand up his shirt, into his armpit and tries to make noise, laughing the entire time.
Youngest laughs along.
Oldest: "Pit bulls are a kind of dog, but they are also a part of your body."
Youngest: "No, they're not."
Oldest: "Yes, they are...right, mom?"
Me: "Huh? What are you talking about?" I slowly connect the dots between the wolves, dogs, armpit noises, and pit bulls, thinking he is referring to "armpit" but doesn't quite remember the word.
Oldest: "You know..." as he lifts up his shirt and points to his chest," pit bulls...the things that babies drink milk from on their moms."
Me, laughing hysterically:"Oh...you mean NIPPLES!"
They crack me up!
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