So Sam's new Transformer (see previous post) is a big hit here. He and it have been inseparable for the past 48 hours. When we brought it home Saturday night he noticed that there was a name on the packaging for the car: Sun Streak. By early Sunday morning, this had morphed into Sun Streaker, or just Streaker, which is what he was calling it when Rob got up. Rob, in a moment of unthinkingness, decided that the way to stop Sam using the work 'streaker' to describe his car was to tell him what a streaker actually is. And it worked, up to a point. This is what I heard from Sam when I got up. "Look Mom, here's my new transformer. His name is Sun Streak. And guess what! I know what a streaker is. It's someone who runs around without clothes on!" He brought the toy to church with him, and Rob had quite a job heading off the above conversation which Sam attempted to have with just about every person we ran into. I only hope he chose not to talk about his new word at school today. I'd hate to think what his teacher would think of his parents!
11.03.2008
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Fun story. I just heard from a friend that her boy told her he hid her 'boob holders.' Her husband's educated way to describe why he shouldn't play with his mother's bras.
That is funny. Isn't it weird how kids hold on to the really silly things and have to everybody and everything.
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