I hope these hormone-charged type of posts are not going to be a constant fixture of my blog.
I hope this one is the last I’d report, at least for now.
L: I sat with Vera at lunch today.
Me: You mean Clara?
L: No, Vera. You don’t know her. She’s older.
Me: (okay…) Oh I see. So she’s your new friend?
L: No…I don’t think she wants to be my friend.
Me: Why not?
L: Cuz she didn’t smile at me. Clare and Clara are my friends because they smile at me. And I smile back at them.
Me: I see. What’s Vera like?
L: She wears hot pants.
Me: (falling off my chair) What?! (I hope she doesn’t wear stilettos also…) Hot pants?
L: Yeah. Hot pants. And they are hot.
Me: (OMG) Are you sure they are hot pants? What do they look like?
L: They are like this (wrapping his hands around his left leg). They are long pants that wrap around very tight on her legs. They are very hot. (At this point I surmise that he meant hot as in temperature.)
Me: Oh I see. Those are tight pants, not hot pants, honey.
L: Oh, I thought they are hot pants.
3 comments:
Brace yourself for new ride on this motherhood adventure! : )
he's hilarious. :)
with all these things happening before grade school, it is worrisome, isn't it?
One day, I'll have to tell you about my hot pants.
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