Thursday, June 2, 2016
the soul of? and who is supposedly sick?
As long as he isn't actively puking or exhibiting some other alarming symptom, that's fine.
I was aghast. "Would your parents want you drinking that??" He looked guilty and handed the bottle to me with two swallows at the bottom. I told him to finish it off and throw the bottle in the recycling.
Good grief. That is not a sick child.
Later we had some odd conversations on the patio.
There' s a commercial I see on TV during the morning news--"Inside every dog is the soul of a wolf."
Yesterday I asked p.j. about this regarding her dog: "Do you think Morgan has the soul of a wolf?"
She didn't even look up: "Buffalo."
Today I told b.g. this and he threw his head back laughing, just as I had. I asked him about his own dog, Bella, a Sheltie. Does she have the soul of a wolf?
He said, "The soul of a SNAKE."
Oh my goodness.
The little guy was surprised to hear that Jay studied a lot of science and works in a laboratory. Yep, it's true: Little Jay has studied every kind of science there is and is going back to school in the fall to study more science.
b.g.'s eyes were wide.
Little Jay told me he's still not sure what Heidi and Kirsten do for a living. "Analyze data. They're business analysts."
Yep. Whatever the heck that means.
My own dad is a tool and die maker, precision metal stampings. Try explaining that to people who don't know.
I do love you kids, love, Grandma, aka MOM