Tuesday, March 11, 2008

A parental exchange

The scene: hanging out on the living room floor, Bugga's "toys" spread all over. I say "toys" in quotations because a great number of things in his toy basket were not toys, at least not in their first life. They are cereal canisters, ribbons, measuring cups, miscellaneous boxes, and a host of wooden kitchen utensils that he has taken from the kitchen drawers and I have yet to reclaim.

Bugga lifts a 3-pronged wooden utensil and thrusts it at Jeremy's face.

Me {very earnestly}: Oh J, be careful! That has splinters!

Jeremy {incredulous}: Then why does he have it?!

Much guffawing follows.

Maybe you had to be there.

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