Saturday Conversations w/ My Nine Year Old...

[xwacky]

@ On the way to his Piano lesson:

My Son: "Mom, you know, I made my character on Guitar Hero look like Dean."
Me (driving): "Erm... how?"
My Son: "Well, he's wearing blue jeans, and a jacket. And he has short hair.  I just need to know what his eye color is."
Me: "Green."
My Son: "Oh, I need to make a change then."
Me: "Okay..."
My Son: "Wanna me to show you? I'll play Eye of the Tiger for you."
Me (still driving): "Fine, but clean your room first."
My Son: "Awww, mom! At least let me show you my character."
Me: "Clean your room first!"

@ Picking up the dry cleans:

Attendant: "Hey, A***!  Long time no see.  How have you been?"
My Son: "Fine, just the normal life."
Attendant burst out laughing...
Me (was concentrating on checking the clothes): "What?  What did he say?"

@ Having lunch, and telling hubby about our friends' kids' puppy love:

Me: "...and so, Elijah is really sad they are moving away, and he won't be able to go to the same school with Ari anymore."
Hubby: "Well, I'm sure he'll find plenty of other girls in Los Angeles..."
My Son (jumping in suddenly): "You can't find love, you know.  Love will find you.  Unexpectedly."

O.o

Comments

[xwacky.livejournal.com]

That would actually be the logical and sensible answer, wouldn't it? ;) Unfortunately, his idea of abnormality is when he has to clean up his room. *sad faced*

[(Anonymous)]

I am so with you on the "cleaning the room" stuff. Sometimes I feel like it's my daily mantra!

mick

[xwacky.livejournal.com]

Isn't it so? I am not without resorting to bribery or blackmailing when it comes to it. All it takes is for one of his little friend to come over and play. Then his room feels like a hurricane swept through it. *headdesk*