(And yet I managed to not laugh in his face)

[grammarwoman]

OMG do I love my absolutely goofball son. Just now, on the way home from daycare, we had one of Those Conversations:

Emperor: Mommy, I want a baby.
Me: You mean a baby brother or sister?
E: Noooo. A baby. I want a baby but not a baby brother or sister.
M: Ooookay.
E: So let's go to the baby shop and get a baby.
M: Um, you can't get a baby from a baby shop. Babies are made, sweetheart.
E: How do you make babies?
M: (brain spinning frantically for a few seconds) Well, mommies have mommy parts, and daddies have daddy parts, and sometimes when they bring them together, they make a baby.
E: ...
M: Why do you want a baby?
E: Because babies are cute!
M: Babies are cute, sweetie, but they're a lot of work. You have to dress them, and feed them, and change their stinky, stinky, stinky, messy diapers.
E: I can change a messy diaper. [This from the child who can't even pick up his toys.]
M: I'll talk to Daddy about it.

(Note: He is currently upstairs mumbling dialogue to himself from "The Incredibles", including Elastigirl's "Leave the world-saving to the men? I don't think so. I don't think so." and Frozone's "Where is my supersuit?" GOOF. BALL.)

Comments

[mrsdrjackson.livejournal.com]

LMAO Your child is *adorable* and I wish he could meet my buddy Logan. But then they would plot world domination and there might be an explosion. o_O

[grammarwoman]

He's already told me that no one's going to kill him because he's going to shoot the bad guys first.

(I worry about the inside of his head.)

[mrsdrjackson.livejournal.com]

Um. How old is he again?

[grammarwoman]

4 and a couple of months. It sounds much worse than it is, I assure you.

[mrsdrjackson.livejournal.com]

I am highly amused by your child! LOL