Uncannily enough, the following exchange between my boy, age 5, and my oldest daughter, age 17, occurred the day before news broke of Jamie Lynn Spears' current, er, status.
I trust this will charm you as much as it did me...
My boy had been looking at the myriad photos on our fridge (literally, myriad...Okay, not literally...But there are A LOT of pictures stuck to our refrigerator), when he pointed out one particular photo depicting my daughter and her date at their junior prom.
Brandon: Is that your wedding picture, Veronica?
Veronica (busy making a bologna sandwich): No, silly, prom.
Brandon: But that looks like a wedding picture. Are you married, Veronica? Huh, huh, huh? Are you married?
Veronica (busy making a second bologna sandwich): I told you, NO. God! That's me and Steve at the PROM! The PROM! Not married, not going there, not gonna happen.
Brandon: ***
Brandon: ***
Brandon: ***
Brandon (after three seconds of quiet reflection): Well, that's good. It would be gross if you were married.
Veronica (roasting a 20 lb turkey to go along with the sandwiches): Gross? Why?
Brandon: Because! If you were married, then you would have babies, and that means you would be my mom!
Veronica (baking a pie to go with the roasted turkey and bologna sandwiches, contemplating slow-cooking a brisket for a side dish): HAHAHAhahahahahaaaaaaa!
Thursday, December 20, 2007
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