Half right most of the time
Like I said yesterday, KP gets about 90% of everything 50% correct. I am not sure if he just isn’t listening, if he can’t hear or if he just doesn’t care. I’m sure it is bits and pieces of both. Regardless, when he get’s it wrong, it is always 100% funny.
The following is a conversation that took place when I was taking one of his friends home from a playdate.
Jack: Hey, there’s our school.
KP: Yeah. Where are you going to school next year?
Jack: I’m going to Mrs. Kalotski’s class. Are you going there?
KP: No, I’m going to Chin Chin Acadamy.
Jack: What language will you be talking in?
KP: Chin Chin.
Me: Chinese! You will be learning Chinese.
KP: Oh yeah, Chinese.
Jack: Will you only speak Chinese?
KP: No, I will use this voice AND speak Chinese.
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Our first veggie box of the season made it to our house yesterday. If you don’t belong to a CSA you should, it’s magic in a box every week.
He will blame me for this
I always laugh, KP gets almost everything he hears only half right. Tomorrows blog post will certainly give you a good picture of what I am talking about. But today’s post will show you where he may have gotten it from.
Monday night our whole family was sitting in the bleachers watching CT’s baseball game. It was getting dark and late, the kids were filling up on concession stand crap as a result of soccer and baseball running right through dinner time and into dusk.
PJ left her hot dog wrapper on her seat. I picked it up, crumpled it into a ball and threw it from my seat into to garbage can, since I still couldn’t walk right.
As the foil ball went straight into the can, the following conversation unfolded.
Me: yelling, Oh Yeahhhh…MOOOOONEY SSHHHHHOT!
Adam gives me a startled look.
PJ: Mom, what’s a money shot?
Me: A money shot is when you make it right in, it’s like the best shot you can make.
PJ: I wanna make a money shot. Money shot, money shot, money shot.
Adam: Now starting to shake his head and looking at me mouthing, What are you saying? Honey no, that’s not what it means!
KP: Can I make a money shot mom?
Me: Sure!
KP & PJ: Now chanting, Money shot, money shot, money shot.
Adam proceeds to tell me in a hushed tone that a money shot has more to do with the porn world then with me making the said shot into the garbage can.
As he illuminated my world, I couldn’t stop laughing. How priceless is it that our kids are chanting porn slang at the oh so whole some baseball game.
If you read to the very end of the Wikipedia definition, you will find that I am just about half right, in a very obscure way.
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