Thursday, July 9, 2009
On The Run - Or Maybe Not
I was weeding the front walkway (yes, A-GAIN), when the following conversation took place between me and my two youngest chickadees.
Whirling Dervish: Mommy. We are bored of you weeding da weeds.
The Affectionate One: Yeah. Bored to deaf.
Me: Is that right? Hmmm . . you could read books, ride your bikes, play with your toys, get out the bubbles and the sidewalk chalk . . .
WD: But we are bored of dose. I fink we need to run away.
TAO: Yeah, run away to Nanny and Papaw's house.
WD: Yeah! Nanny and Papaw wont make us play with our stinky ol' toys all da time!
TAO: Yeah. Stinky toys.
WD: Mom, will you miss us?
Me: Well, now let me think. Nope.
WD: You won't miss us?! Will you cry when we run away?
Me: Nah, I'll be happy.
WD: You are supposed to cry and be sad and miss us!
Me: Nope. I'll be happy that I won't have to make lunch.
TAO: Lunch? You mean you won't make lunch if we run away?
WD: Maybe we will wait 'til after lunch to run away.
TAO: Then what about dinner?
WD: Oh, well . . . maybe tomorrow then.