I’m in a mental vacuum this week.
We’re sick. We’re tired: daylight savings time has messed with the kids’ sleep schedules and left a family of horrific zombies in its wake.
We’re I’m overworked with deadlines in my job.
Fortunately, my daughter is pretty funny. So she’ll be doing a guest post for me… of sorts… while I get my act together. It just so happens that I have an entire drafts folder chock full of some of the eclectic tidbits that escape from my four year-old’s mouth. So here you go: “Random conversations with Bobo, Part I.”
“But, dad, your finger smells funny when I pull it.”
“I don’t want to go to Babies ‘R Us. I want to go to Big Kids ‘R Us!!”
In an excited voice: “Hey, mom, guess what?? I… uh… ummm…. arrghhhh! I forgot what I was going to say!!”
“Calm down, Bobo. I’m sure it will come to you,” I say.
“I don’t want to be calm!!” she retorts. “And I am not going to tell you what it is I wanted to say until you tell me what it is I was going to tell you!”
“Hey, daddy… how do you spell E.T.?”
“What did you learn in preschool today?” I ask.
“We learned about George,” Bobo answers back.
“George, who?” I say.
“You know, George,” she says, rolling her eyebrows like I’m some dolt. “The one who works with Obama?”
“You mean George Washington?” I say, finally jumping on the clue wagon.
In the car: “Um, we could really use a little mood music in here, momma.”
After watching Peter Pan with her father: “Daddy’s going to teach me how to fly, momma!”
“Really??” I say.
“Yeah, either that, or I’ll learn how to do it at preschool.”
“I love you to Uranus and back.” (Seriously, this one never gets old, no matter how many times I tell it.)
Bobo, flailing spasmodically in her carseat: “Hey, momma, guess what I’m doing?”
“What, Bobo?” I ask. I’m genuinely perplexed here.
“I’m playing the air drum, and the air guitar… at the same time!”
“No more rhymes, dad… I mean it. Hey, does anybody wanna peanut?”
This last one has got to be my favorite of all time. And, perhaps, one of the proudest moments of parenthood to-date.
You’ve got to admit, the kid has good taste in movies. And she’s funny. And a little eclectic.
I’m thinking she gets it from her dad.
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