A: If you wanted to make a LEGO nuclear bomb, it would have to be about this big [extends arms in a circle].
Me: Oh ... I suppose so?
A, resignedly: But then you'd need a LOT of LEGO skeletons.
Conversations about life, the universe, and everything with my sons (and occasionally other people).
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Conversation Between the Boys: Plot Convention Edition
[From the back seat - A has made a stick figure from twist ties]
A: My guy is called Mr. Green. And he's like a super hero.
J: What are the other characters?
A: Well, there's Mr. Heart, who is nice and has lots of love and feelings.
J: But Mr. Green wants to beat him up anyway!
A: No, Mr. Green wants to marry him - her.
J: Fine, Mr. Green wants to marry Miss Heart.
A: Yeah, but he has to get Mr. Heart first.
J: Okay, but doesn't Mr. Green fight anybody?
A: Yeah - Mr. Pain.
A: My guy is called Mr. Green. And he's like a super hero.
J: What are the other characters?
A: Well, there's Mr. Heart, who is nice and has lots of love and feelings.
J: But Mr. Green wants to beat him up anyway!
A: No, Mr. Green wants to marry him - her.
J: Fine, Mr. Green wants to marry Miss Heart.
A: Yeah, but he has to get Mr. Heart first.
J: Okay, but doesn't Mr. Green fight anybody?
A: Yeah - Mr. Pain.
Conversation With a 9-Year-Old: Universal Truth Edition
Me: Ugh. Cramps.
J: What's wrong?
Me: I just have cramps.
J: From what?
Me: From my period.
J: Oh. How many times does that happen? Like, once a year?
Me: Try once a month.
J: Oh, that's too bad. But then it means you can have babies, right?
Me: Sort of. Yes, yes, I guess that's basically what it means.
J: It's sort of like, "you get to have babies, but you have to have this bad thing happen to get the prize, which is the babies." So, it's like a curse.
Me: Did you just say the period is like a curse?
J [defensively]: Well, it is!! Kind of, you know?
Me: Did you hear it called the curse somewhere?
J: No, but it kind of makes sense, doesn't it?
J: What's wrong?
Me: I just have cramps.
J: From what?
Me: From my period.
J: Oh. How many times does that happen? Like, once a year?
Me: Try once a month.
J: Oh, that's too bad. But then it means you can have babies, right?
Me: Sort of. Yes, yes, I guess that's basically what it means.
J: It's sort of like, "you get to have babies, but you have to have this bad thing happen to get the prize, which is the babies." So, it's like a curse.
Me: Did you just say the period is like a curse?
J [defensively]: Well, it is!! Kind of, you know?
Me: Did you hear it called the curse somewhere?
J: No, but it kind of makes sense, doesn't it?
Conversation With a 6-Year-Old: Blowing Smoke Edition
A [as our bus goes over the Granville Bridge]: Mom, are we high?
Me: Well, I'm not ...
A: Huh?
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A [after purchasing a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans]: Mom, do you like grass? You should try grass. Wanna try grass?? .... Why are you laughing!?
Me: Well, I'm not ...
A: Huh?
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A [after purchasing a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans]: Mom, do you like grass? You should try grass. Wanna try grass?? .... Why are you laughing!?
Conversation With My Kids: Keen Observation Edition
J, at LegoLand: Dad! Dad!! Look!! They have LEGO!!!
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A, leaving a Peruvian restaurant, after all we've talked about is the Peruvian food and decor and drinks, and Inca Kola: Wait! Was that a Peruvian restaurant?!
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A, leaving a Peruvian restaurant, after all we've talked about is the Peruvian food and decor and drinks, and Inca Kola: Wait! Was that a Peruvian restaurant?!
Conversation With a 9-Year-Old: Attitude Edition
Me: J, you really need to stop bossing your brother around.
J: Mom, I think you know where I get that from, right?
Me: ummmm. Where?
J: From X [friend at school]. He's so bossy!
J: Mom, I think you know where I get that from, right?
Me: ummmm. Where?
J: From X [friend at school]. He's so bossy!
Conversation With a 6-Year-Old: Stieg Larssen Edition
Me: Okay, guys, stop sticking things in the fireplace. That's enough.
A: But I can't stop. I'm the Boy Who Played With Fire.
A: But I can't stop. I'm the Boy Who Played With Fire.
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