I spent yesterday watching a tragic afternoon of Auburn football at the home of my pal and fellow blogger FRT.
I'd like to say that I visit them to enjoy catching up with him and his lovely wife (both of whom I've known since high school and are two of my favorite people), but I think we all know that I head to his house because I adore his kids - Things 1-3. It's nice to be around kids with whom I can enjoy intelligent, compelling conversation, such as the talk I had with my cohort in middle child-dom, kindergarten-aged Thing 2 after we heard another child claim to be a princess:
Thing 2: I don't like princesses. Don't. Like. Them.
LAB: Me either!
T2: Really?
LAB: Yep - princess is a crummy job, if you ask me.
T2: Why?
LAB: Because everyone knows that in a constitutional monarchy, parliament has all the power. To aspire to be anything less than Prime Minister is to choose to be a figurehead. Plus, I'm pretty sure princesses have to wear pantyhose.
T2: Ummm.. What?
LAB: Princess bad. Prime Mister good.
T2: Right. Want some Skittles? I saved you some red ones.
God, I love that kid.
If you've ever wondered why I shouldn't have kids...there's the answer.
Awe... That's my girl.
ReplyDeleteVery impressive. Also, might show signs of being a bit power hungry. hehe
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@Jay: If someone had given me that advice when I was 5 years old, I'm pretty sure I'd be running my own small nation by now. Or at least a principality.
ReplyDeleteHey, kids need to know these things.
ReplyDeleteNo, no, no. That is WHY you need to have kids.
ReplyDeleteHaha, well it all makes sense to me, and the red skittles sealed the deal. Too funny! Thanks for stopping by the blog earlier and letting me know that you did :)
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