Saturday, November 15, 2008

I'm Hooked And I Can't Stop Starin'

"Mom," Shef began while we were waiting in the car for Dan to get our Thai food, "be sure to shake your butt before you go to bed tonight."

"Shef, don't say butt," I said, regretting his trip to Madagascar II this week, which is apparently heavy on butt-jokes.

"Okay, well what I meant was, shake your booty before you go to bed."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because Dad likes that."

"Hmmm," I said. "And how do you know?"

"Because Dad told me!" Shef said.

So, when Dan got back in the car, I related this conversation to him verbatim. When we got to the last line, Shef piped up from the backseat, "Dad, I just made that up!"

Indeed. Just like he made up for his babysitter last weekend the story that he'd seen Harry Potter "lots of times" with his mom and dad. And just like he convinced my sister when he was barely three that he always rides the merry-go-round at the Mall of America by himself. "Come ON, Aunt Mary," he said. "TRUST me."


Martha said...

Oh come ON Kathleen. TRUST him. Dan does like you to shake your booty before bed.

There was probably SOME truth in that! ;-)

Where in the world did he get that? I don't think it was in Harry Potter. Shef is a genius. Wicked smart!

Jen H. said...

We have the same thing with Andrew - all kinds of wild-but-could-be-true things come out. I fear for what he tells his teachers about his home life.

We allow Andrew to say "butt," justified by the fact that it's merely the short form of the proper term: buttocks! I hope he doesn't get in trouble for it elsewhere. We're heavy on the scatological humour here nowadays.

Mary said...

and I did trust him...
he is just too cute!
loving and missing you!
xoxo mary