Friday, March 12, 2010
Ahhh... Life With Boys!
Here is a conversation I had with Tyson today. We had just left the book store, where he spent a gift card from Christmas (Thanks, Grammy & Pappy!). We were in the car, and from the backseat I heard:
Ty: Mom, why did that boy have the diarrhea?
Me: (thinking some poor kid had to leave school early today) Who had diarrhea?
Ty: That boy.
Me: Honey, I don't know which boy you're talking about. Did someone get sick at school today? (And also wondering why on earth bodily emissions are so fascinating to little boys.)
Ty: No Mom. You called him the "diarrhea kid" at the book store.
Me: Tyson Norman! I am quite certain that I did not, in fact, would not call anyone a name as offensive as that! It would be very rude and hurtful and I am pretty sure that particular phrase would never, ever cross my mind. (Thinking that we might have to pull a consequence from the jar when we get home)
Ty: But, Mom. You kept saying that about the boy on the book. That red book I got. I showed you the book and you said you heard of this diarrhea kid book.
Do you want to know what he was talking about?
My very sweet son didn't hear "Diary of a Wimpy Kid." He heard, "Diarrhea the Wimpy Kid!"
I laughed so hard I nearly had to pull the car over!
And then I wondered: Why on earth did he want to buy a book about a kid with diarrhea?
I think the answer is probably: Because he's a boy.