Sunday, October 10, 2010

My Crazy Son

Three times a week I drive Ben to school in the morning after we drop Claire off, and those car rides seem to produce the craziest of conversations. Here are three of my recent favorites.

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Ben: Tomorrow you're picking me up in car line, so I don't need lunch.
Me: Can you remind me in the morning so I don't forget?
Ben: I'll try, but you have a bigger brain than I do, so you'll probably remember first because your brain is bigger.
Me: OK
Ben: Can we stop talking about brains now? They're kind of disgusting.

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Ben: Are we late today? Can we stop at the gas station because I'm really hungry, and I need a snack.
Me: Nope.
Ben: But Daddy used to stop there every day and buy us something.
Me: No, Daddy stopped there once.
Ben: How do you know that?
Me: Because Daddy and I talk to each other.
Ben: I'm not going to talk to you any more unless you stop talking to Daddy!

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Ben told me something he'd learned the previous day in school about a platypus.
Me: So you read a book about platypi?
Ben: No, platypuses.
Me: Nope, one is a platypus, but more than one we call platypi. Just like one octopus is an octopus, but more than one is octopi.
Ben: Like one car is a car, but many are carpi!
Me: No, but that would be pretty funny, right?
Ben: Yeah, but really it's a traffic jam.


Please note Ben's very stylish first day of school ensemble.

1 comment:

Chris said...

I love the traffic jam - you should write a book called "Stuff my son says" :) ADORABLE!