Me: Good night, #2.
#2: Good night Weencon.
Me: ??? Good night, who?
#2: Weencon. Good night Weencon.
ME: Are you saying good night, Lincoln?
#2: Yeah. Good night, Weencon.
Me: Why are you calling me Lincoln?
#2: 'Cause I think Boof is gonna shoot you at the movies.
Me: Well, I certainly hope not. But, Lincoln wasn't at the movies, he was at the theater watching a play. They didn't have movies back then.
#2: (With his built in gun (aka his hand) pointed directly at me) Bang!
Wow! I think my own son just informed me that I was gonna be brutally assassinated while simply enjoying a bit of evening entertainment.
Guess I better watch my back.
I left his room then, because I was trying not to laugh in his face, and I didn't feel like explaining to him why predicting that his mother would meet her maker by way of assassination was not OK.
On a positive note, he seems to have quite the aptitude for recalling historical events. That just means he's never gonna forget anything, and that is maybe not a good thing.
2 weeks ago
2 comments:
Wow, trying to decide if you're more excited that he's hip to history or fearful that he's planning assassinations...
No, a great memory in a kid is not a good thing.
Stretch will remind me TWO YEARS later that I promised something completely unrelated to the current discussion and absolutely irrelevant to life in our house.
And then remember it EVERY DAY until I actually take care of it.
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