Wednesday, August 6, 2008

As to how I got the lump on my head . . .

Recently heard in the Jubilant household:

"Mommy, is it my birthday yet?"

"Yes, son. Today is your birthday, but Saturday is your birthday party day."

"Am I still fwee?"

"No, chickadee, you are now four years old! Isn't that great?"

"Four? You sure?"

"I am."

Thoughtful pause and then, "Well, I will ask Daddy about that. But is it my party day?"

"Not 'til Saturday."

"How many days?"


Frustrated sigh and then, "I know I four, not fwee any more, but how many DAYS?!"

"Four days, honey. Four. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, then Saturday. See? Four."

"It's Wednesday? I thought my birthday was on Saturday."

Another frustrated sigh only this time from the other participant and then, "Your party is on Saturday and today is Tuesday. I didn't count today."

"I count today. Count today, Mommy."

"Okay, we'll count today. Then, that makes five."

"But you said I was FOUR!"

Sounds of head banging on kitchen counter . . .


  1. Who's on first again?

  2. Oh my gosh - THAT tickled my funny bone. Giggle, giggle, giggle....

  3. That is cute! I swear our 4 year olds would be a riot together!!

  4. *snort* Gotta love em!

  5. Four year olds! Ack!!


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