Tonight's conversation at the dinner table
Monkey Man: Trey and I were playing a drinking game today.
Joey: You were?
MM: Yep. First Trey said that if I said "sweet baby" again that I had to take a drink. So I said "sweet baby" and took a big gulp.
Joey: Really? Then what happened?
MM: Then he said if I stuck my tongue out, I would have to take another drink. So I stuck my tongue out at him and then got to drink some more. And then if I hugged Sydney then I had to drink some more drink, so I went over and hugged her and then had some more to drink.
I guess the good news is that it was apple juice. And by the time he graduates to the harder stuff he will either be horrible at drinking games or a total pro.
And this, people, is why we're paying to send him to one of the most expensive preschools in town. See, it's paying off already!
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He's just like his mother - a player
MM: Hey Mommy, guess what?
Me: What, sweetie?
MM: I saw Anna Maria today. And she had a yellow sundress on. And I saw her shoulders. (in a conspiritorial whisper)
He is so not dating until he's at least 30. Seriously, this conversation sent chills up my spine because at his age I developed a years-long obsession with Mark Roller that resulted in me pinning him on my bed and kissing him. I was five. God help me.
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And he is so like his father, too - opinionated
MM: You know who my favorite racecar driver is?
Me: Who?
MM: Dale Earnhardt, Jr. And all the other guys are LOSERS.
1 comment:
You are in such huge trouble when he is older.
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