"Mom?" says Boy Child. "How do you spell whore?"
"W-h-o-r-e," says I, completely engrossed in my newspaper.
"Thanks!" says Boy Child, running back to whatever he was writing.
A few moments pass and it dawns on me what I have just spelled for my son.
I go to him.
"Boy Child?"
He looks up from his work.
"Hi mom!"
"Honey, did you just ask me to spell whore?"
"Yep!" he said, cheerfully, coloring in some elaborate drawing he has done.
"Boy Child?" I say, after a moment. "Could I please see what you're working on there?"
"Sure!" he says, and cheerfully passes over his latest "book", which includes lots of cartoon cats, bombs, and superhero costumes.
On one the pages, a character is saying, "We've got to save the whore!"
"Boy Child," I say, grasping and struggling, "This page right here? Um...we've got to save the whore? I just...I don't know if..."
Boy Child looks genuinely confused.
"Mom? Why wouldn't you want to save the whore?"
"Well, I mean, I guess you need to save all people...it's just...."
"No, mom," Boy Child shakes his head. "Not people. Like, saving the earth. The planet."
"The...world?"
"Yes!" he's very pleased. "Yes, the world."
"Oh! OH! Okay. Well, that's spelled a little differently. Let's fix that. Right now."
"Okay," says Boy Child, erasing.
"It's spelled w-o-r-l-d," I said. "WORLD. Not WHORE."
Boy Child cheerfully filled in the correct spelling and read me the corrected line.
"Much better!" I said.
"Yeah," he said. "World. Whore. What's the difference?"
"Um. Some. Boy Child. Some."
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I think it's nice that he wants to save the whore!
oh that's too funny :)
funny!
*coffee spews out of mouth onto computer screen*
Don't you just love the innocence of kiddos?!
Let's be clear, there aren't any whores in your area right now to save because they are all making their way to Denver to make real money when the Democratic National Convention arrives!
I just choked on my food, gagged a little, and cracked the hell up.
Your kids are hil.ar.i.ous!
He's right though, we do need to save the whores.
Gah! How could you keep from busting a gut?
Seriously. Your kids are the bomb.
Good thing I wasn't drinking something when I read this. I totally laughed out loud. Then I read the next one and started laughing again, hubby saying "What's so funny?"
You kill me, you really do.. and I too, think it's nice he wants to save the whore... lmao
hahahaha. that is so funny. so funny.
Priceless. LMAO
HAHAH too funny! Happy Mother's DAY!
Sounds like he's going to be a missionary to the red light district! That kid is something else!
I just spit coffee straight out of my nose. Oh mah lord.
LOL! I just love boy child!!!
What a riot!
Someday, you can embarrass him with these stories. In a nice loving way, of course!
I like to think that, on some level, Whores Can Save the World.
I think that's a noble sentiment: Save the Whore! And I love that you spelled it for him without quite realizing what it was :D
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