The following exchange with my 3-year-old daughter M- came in the midst of a completely unrelated conversation between my wife J- and me in the car the other day:
(J- and I discussing something boring like taxes, or kitchen remodeling)
M (loudly interrupting): BABY gorillas are nice. (ominously) But NOT silverbacks.....
Me: ... Huh? ...M-, did you learn about gorillas in preschool today??
M- (satisfiedly): YESsirrr.
You may enjoy my previous M- conversations, (6YO son) D- conversations, and (wife) J- conversations.
9 comments:
And don't you forget it, mister.
With my younger sister, we call this a "Back to me" moment. Good girl.
That was important for you to know in case you met a silverback gorilla later in the day.
And that's why our local soccer team is called the Atlanta Silverbacks. Because they're not nice.
Silverbacks. She's right, they aren't nice, eating all the leaves and grunting at the baby gorillas to get the hell out of their trees...
I can almost hear the wagging of M- 's finger.
Send him to kitchen remodeling preschool!
(Another problem solved)
Her!
It sounds like your boring tax-related conversation needed some spicing up anyway. Well played by the little one.
Yeah, I need to start some sex-and-violence-fueled hobbies that are also tax deductible. That would be an organic way to take things up a notch... just like when they have a long-lost wacky cousin with a cute little kid abruptly move in with an otherwise stale sitcom family around season 4!
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