driving along. baby is
babbling. steven tries to make sense of it. "parker said,
"daddy" and "typhoon.""
proud mommy says,
"how many eight-year-olds know what a typhoon is?" :o)
hmm. maybe he doesn't
know the exact definition.
better check. "steven, what is a typhoon?"
better check. "steven, what is a typhoon?"
"something that
hits things."
uh. close. next try is
closer:
"hits the earth?"
"hits the earth?"
sort of.
gotta call mom with the latest stevenism. after i tell mom the first answer, steven is offended that i didn't give him proper credit. "i said it hits the earth! i know what a typhoon is!" i think i may be planting the seeds for what will later be known as steven's "issues." i don't think i'm setting him up for a very ordinary existence. maybe i should bake him some cookies. could i borrow 6 cups of sugar?
gotta call mom with the latest stevenism. after i tell mom the first answer, steven is offended that i didn't give him proper credit. "i said it hits the earth! i know what a typhoon is!" i think i may be planting the seeds for what will later be known as steven's "issues." i don't think i'm setting him up for a very ordinary existence. maybe i should bake him some cookies. could i borrow 6 cups of sugar?

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