We went to the park this afternoon. It was a gorgeous day, the kind that makes me love this state and kindly forgive it the hellfire-and-brimstone summers we suffer through every year. In fact, the weather today was so nice that I married it.
On the way home from the park, Will (who was none too happy to be dragged away from the park for this thing we call "dinner") started whining and pointing out the window.
"I want to go theeeeeeereeeeeeeeeeee!" he screeched. I looked, and noticed that "there" was an ABC Liquor store.
"Will, you can't go there until you're 21," I replied.
"Besides, it's Sunday," added Dashing Husband.
"You know what's interesting?" I said to Dashing Husband.
"What?" he asked.
"Our son just asked to go to a liquor store, and we didn't say 'Hell, no!' or 'You're crazy!'--just, 'When you're older' and 'Not on Sunday.'"
"That's right," said Dashing Husband, "know your Blue Laws, son."
WOW! You guys are cool parents. Love ya,Nana
Posted by: Nana | October 20, 2008 at 07:22 AM
Great, now you're gonna turn the middle child into a drunk...dont you think he already will have enough issues as the middle child already!
J/K but seriously where are the pumpkin patch pictures? I AM WAITING!!!
Posted by: Jac | October 20, 2008 at 01:22 PM
hilarious. I had no idea small children were so amusing! : )
Posted by: Sarah | October 21, 2008 at 10:37 PM