Magical Conversation
As I was tucking Sam into bed tonight his last words were:
“I want to see a mortician.”
“Excuse me?”
“I want to see one, a mortician.”
“Are you saying mortician? Mortician?”
“Yes. Mortician.”
“Why do you want to see a mortician?”
“Because he does cool things. He has a wand and a bunny and a hat.”
Phew…magician…much more fun!
E kept going on and on about seeing her “collection” and I could NOT figure it out—she meant her refLECTION.
Ha!
oh… well… um… (adorable…)
ah magician…that is too cute! i’m pretty sure elena is around sam’s age and it sounds like the same sometimes inaubible preschool age conversations i have with her…asking her to repeat herself a few times…or sometimes just giving up saying, “sure, honey”.
Yes. Magician. Much better than a Mortician. Peter loved this story.
Too funny, I love to hear the mistakes they make! One time Kyla said, “Look mom, I’m wearing your zucchini!” She meant, bikini.
That’s like the kid in my class who asked if cats have raisins. (rabies.) I thought he was talking about poop for a minute until I made the connection.