Mommy, how do you spell...
The E-man never disappoints.
While I was cooking dinner the other night (please, somebody order me a trophy for actually cooking dinner), E-man said he had a question for me.
"What's up, E-man?"
"Mommy, how do you spell sit?"
"Sit? Sound it out."
"Does it start with a C?"
"No. Try again. Sit. S-s-sissss."
"No mommy, not sit. SHIT. Like the stuff that comes out of your butt."
[internal conflict ensues disguised by a thoughtful pause - and maybe a slightly audible snicker]
"Honey, it's S-H so it sounds like shhhhhh."
"Oh."
"But, you probably shouldn't call it that. 'Poop' would be better."
I know. I was really proud of me too.
I know you have more children, and I'm sure they speak, but E-man seems to be involved in a disproportionate amount of the entertaining conversation.
Posted by: Kristin | 08 May 2008 at 05:19 AM
It's s hard not to laugh when they say these things.
Posted by: evil chef mom | 08 May 2008 at 06:46 AM
I think E-man may have been reading Kristin's blog...
Posted by: Sara | 08 May 2008 at 09:42 AM
He is so your son sometimes.
Posted by: Tamara in GA | 08 May 2008 at 11:20 AM
At least he didn't wanna know how to spell fuck. Right? Am I right?
Posted by: Ms Picket To You | 08 May 2008 at 05:02 PM
One would have to wonder why he wanted to know that stuff. Did he have an angry letter he wanted to write out to to anyone? Is he auditioning to be the next upcoming writer for The Simpsons?
With kids, one must wonder...
Posted by: Along | 09 May 2008 at 12:11 AM