Boy Child: So, then? When hawks get to be 20? They immediately die.
Me: Do what now?
Boy Child, patiently: Hawks! You know? Birds? They die when they turn 20.
Me: Really? Twenty you say?
Boy Child: Yes, twenty. When they turn twenty they immediately die.
Me: Like on their birthday? They wake up that day and they're like, "Woo! Party! It's my birthday!" and then they fall over dead and their mom is like, "Aww."
Boy Child: No. Not always like that. Sometimes their immediate death takes a while.
Me: Gotcha.
Boy Child, after a moment of reflection: Mom? If you were a hawk, you would have died already.
Me: Yup. Twelve years ago.
Boy Child, after another moment of reflection: Mom?
Me: Yeah?
Boy Child: I'm glad you aren't a hawk.
Me: True dat.
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17 comments:
You really should have a sitcom.
Boy Child stories always have a great intro, a comedic middle, and a kickass, warm your heart ending.
Love it.
although the flying would be cool. and the great eyesight.
still it would be much cooler to be you than a hawk
Amen, Boy Child. Amen.
Your kids kick butt. Oh. .. wait, that was few posts back! ; )
I'm glad you aren't a hawk too!
I'm not sure who's funnier: you or Boy Child.
And I agree with someone above: You. Sitcom. Pronto!!
This is me..... rolling here. Thanx!
Awww...what a lovely feelin' loved kind of moment!
That boy cracks me up almost as much as you, Chick.
:) Your family is really hilarious. These stories crack me up. :)
Boy child needs his very own blog... :P
I second and third all of the comments above!
Your family? Best family ever.
You guys crack me up! Too sweet.
I agree with kiki! Boy Child totally needs his own blog!
I am just going to copy Rachel all day...I agree, boy child needs at least some guest posting spots!
"Sometimes their immediate death takes a while" made me scare the dog who is sleeping under my desk because I snorted so hard. Man alive kids are so precious!!
I heart Boy Child (not in a gross little-boy-lover way :P). And I too am glad you're not a hawk.
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