This morning, the three of us gathered in the bathroom to have a little family conference about the day’s agenda. I was getting ready for work, and Shef was pretending to put on make-up. This is a necessary hobby, although one Dan doesn’t quite approve. The kid likes to open up the compact and rub a little powder on his face. Also, he runs the eye shadow brush over his cheeks and eyelids a bit.
“I’m putting on make-up, Daddy!” he sings, and Dan has to breathe into a paper bag; but at least I get a chance to brush my teeth.
Anyway, I was discussing what Shef and I would do after I picked him up this afternoon, and I said, “I think we’ll go to the M-U-S-E-U-M.”
“Yeah,” Shef said. “Go to museum.”
It was a split-second before we realized that our game was up.
“What do you see at the Z-O-O, Shef?” Dan asked, testing him.
“Dolphin show!” Shef said, nodding. “Yay!!”
And so, it seems, we’re screwed.
6 comments:
G-E-N-I-U-S. What a boy. Make-up and all.
Now, THAT'S impressive! Someday I might be voting for your son - with pride! Or he could be saving my life! Or he could be helping me pick out the PERFECT dress!
the paper bag detail made me lol.
sthis afternoon, i asked shef how you spell "shef," and he said, "um. m." so, i think we'll be okay for a little while.
lh, this story reminded me of ros and her p-a-c-i, or whatever you called it,
when r was little we always spelled the pacifier, as the P. o. P. one night when she was in the bath she screamed out, "mom! I need the P.o.P!" we felt like idiots.
Heheh loved this entry!! Elrich does his make-up in the morning as well. Does Shef enjoy the museum? I have been hesitant to take e to inside places, just think that he would cause havoc.
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