Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Problem Solving
I am standing in the kitchen reading the microwave instruction on the Trader Jose’s taquito box. Bob appears at my side carrying his plastic pumpkin.
“Can I have a candy now please?”
“No, not right now, it’s almost dinner.”
“Pleeeeeease?”
“No and you already had some of your Halloween candy today.”
“Not right now I didn’t.”
“No, Buddy.”
“It will give me a tummy ache?”
“It might, if you eat too much.”
“That’s OK. Daddy showed me a good place to do barfing.”
Labels:
bodily fluids,
The Bob
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I laughed out loud at that. I hope it was the terlit (that was my bronx pronunciation of toilet in honor of the Yankees)and not the flower beds.
ReplyDeleteSmart kid. I had the same convo with myself about an hour ago. I caved.
ReplyDeleteI love coming to your blog every morning when I sit down with my breakfast at my computer.
ReplyDeleteI'm always choking on my almond butter toast.
(I also love that one of your tags is "bodily fluids")
I don't want to say this is child abuse, but isn't one of the rites of passage of childhood eating Halloween candy until you barf?
ReplyDeleteYup. He is welcome.
ReplyDeleteI love where you ended this little story! With absolutely no explanation!
ReplyDeleteOne can only wonder...