Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Trying To Reason With Parakeet Season
Actual conversation between me, TFMCD, and six-year-old Ladybug in the car last night:
Bug: Awwww, c'mon Gramma, I want to ___________ (Insert whine of choice here)
TFMCD: There's no whining allowed in my car.
Bug: This isn't your car. It's Papa's.
TFMCD: Well, it's my car, too. OK then, no whining is allowed in my presence.
Bug: Presents? What presents? Where are the presents?
TFMCD: Not presents. I said presence.
Bug: What presents are you talking about?
TFMCD: OK, OK, no whining when I'm around.
Papa: (After several moments of silence) Hey, Bug. You still back there? You're awful quiet.
Bug: I'm scrapbooking.
CD: What? Crap Booking? You're putting crap in a book?
Bug: Papa! That's a bad word!
TFMCD: You tell 'im, Bug. He needs to learn, even though he's pretty smart.
Bug: If you're smart, which stars are hotter, blue or white?
CD: White?
Bug: Wrong! Bluish-whitish!
CD: Well, then, what's the capital of Pennsylvania?
Bug: Which stars are cooler, white or red?
CD: Red?
Bug: (Very matter-of-factly) That is correct.
CD: And you still don't know the capital of Pennsylvania.
Bug: Well, what's my favorite month?
TFMCD: May?
Bug: Wrong.
CD: December?
Bug: Wrong.
CD: Wait a minute, here. It doesn't matter what I say, you can just say it's wrong. You have to write it down first, then I'll answer again.
Bug: OK. Pretend I just wrote it down. Now, what's my favorite month?
CD: March? No. April? No. June? No. July? No. August? No. September? No. October? No. November? No. January? No. February? No.
CD: But that's ALL the months. You said no to all of them!
Bug: It's EASTER!
Thankfully, that's when we reached our driveway. I need an "EASY" button for my grandkid.
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Bug: Awwww, c'mon Gramma, I want to ___________ (Insert whine of choice here)
TFMCD: There's no whining allowed in my car.
Bug: This isn't your car. It's Papa's.
TFMCD: Well, it's my car, too. OK then, no whining is allowed in my presence.
Bug: Presents? What presents? Where are the presents?
TFMCD: Not presents. I said presence.
Bug: What presents are you talking about?
TFMCD: OK, OK, no whining when I'm around.
Papa: (After several moments of silence) Hey, Bug. You still back there? You're awful quiet.
Bug: I'm scrapbooking.
CD: What? Crap Booking? You're putting crap in a book?
Bug: Papa! That's a bad word!
TFMCD: You tell 'im, Bug. He needs to learn, even though he's pretty smart.
Bug: If you're smart, which stars are hotter, blue or white?
CD: White?
Bug: Wrong! Bluish-whitish!
CD: Well, then, what's the capital of Pennsylvania?
Bug: Which stars are cooler, white or red?
CD: Red?
Bug: (Very matter-of-factly) That is correct.
CD: And you still don't know the capital of Pennsylvania.
Bug: Well, what's my favorite month?
TFMCD: May?
Bug: Wrong.
CD: December?
Bug: Wrong.
CD: Wait a minute, here. It doesn't matter what I say, you can just say it's wrong. You have to write it down first, then I'll answer again.
Bug: OK. Pretend I just wrote it down. Now, what's my favorite month?
CD: March? No. April? No. June? No. July? No. August? No. September? No. October? No. November? No. January? No. February? No.
CD: But that's ALL the months. You said no to all of them!
Bug: It's EASTER!
Thankfully, that's when we reached our driveway. I need an "EASY" button for my grandkid.
