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An interview with my son

Me: “I am going to interview you, OK?”

Son: “What are you going to do to me?”

Me: "Interview you. I am going to ask you questions.”

Son: “OK, then I will ask you questions afterwards!”

Me: "OK. How old are you?"

Son: "Five."

Me: "No you aren't, how old are you?"

Son: "Well, my birthday is tomorrow."

Me: "No it isn't, it's in just under 6 months from now. How old?"

Son: "Four and a half."

Me: "Do you like being 4.5?"

Son: "Well, you can do stuff that she can’t." (Referring to his sister.)

Me: "What is your favorite food?"

Son: "Noodles and crab and rice." (He has had crab like twice.)

Me: "What is your favorite thing to do at school?"

Son: "Works and play."

Me: "So like everything then, right?"

Son: "No, not everything, works and play."

Me: "What about 'Movie Day' ?"

Son: "That's Tuesday."

Me: "Do you like 'Movie Day' ?"

Son: "Mommy, you know this!"

Me: "Yes, I know it's your favorite day."

Son: "You're a silly berry head." (Thank you Grandpa. Thankfully he didn't pick up the first part -- “dingle”.)

Me: "Ok, what is your favorite book?”

Son: “ Mouse Soup and Mistletoe and the book about Pa and Ma and Laura and wolves and Jack.”

Me: “ Little House on the Prairie.”

Son: “Yeah that one.”

Me: “What is your favorite song?

Son: “JINGLE BELLS, BATMAN SMELLS, ROBIN LAID AN EGG, BATMOBILE…”

Me: “OK, got it. Which is better, summer or winter?”

Son: “Halloween.”

Me: “Halloween isn’t in summer or winter, it is in fall. Which do you like better?”

Son: “I said I like Halloween time best.”

Me: “Even better than Christmas?”

Son: “Yep.”

Me: “Okaaaaay… let’s see how many kids are you going to have when you are a daddy?”

Son: “152.”

Me: “You told me 146 the other day. Now you are going to have six more!“

Son: “Well, yes. C said she wanted to have lots of girl princess babies.”

Me: (Escaping from this topic.) “What’s the best thing that happened this week?”

Son: “I got reward and got a snow scooper water shooter.”

Me: “No you didn’t.”

Son: “But I want one.”

Me: “Oh, of course you do.”

Son: “Mommy you’re a silly berry head. My turn to ask you questions now.”

To be continued…

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