October 20, 2006

Of Milkshakes, Hell, Nuts and Burps

My second son, Mr. T (formerly The Professor… I actually call him T or Mr. T at home… the kids at school call him Mr. T which I find funny as he’s this little tiny white boy with bright blue eyes and no bling), has taken me on as his project. He thinks I cuss too much. VW assured him this morning at our weekly breakfast that I am trainable.

I have my doubts.

Heavy traffic will do it every time.

So Ringo and Bones had birthday parties to attend today and that left Mr. T with his ever lovin’ Mama for a short time. We strolled around when I offered up that a chocolate milk shake might make the time more bearable as it was so daggum hot today. He was all over the chocolate milk shake.

Me too.

As we walked around talking and sipping, I said to him, “It’s hotter than three hells out here…”

And he replied, “Well, technically Mom, it is not. Each hell is about 1 billion degrees and its only 100 degrees, so really it’s not even hotter than one…”

Really. No kidding. And the best part is… he was only off by 10 degrees. It was 90 degrees.

At 4:15.

I got a mathematical analysis on how hot three hells probably are vs. our day in a sweltering October S. Florida Day.

The conversation took a turn as he discussed how he hates nuts, in particular in his ice cream, and in particular he hates those big nuts. (Discerned by me to be Walnuts.)

Me: Really? You hate all nuts? I can understand Walnuts… they kind of taste like wood, but pecans? And peanuts?

Mr. T: Oh I like those. And almonds. And pistachios. I like pistachios. Sunflower seeds are great too. You know Sunflower seeds are great food for on the go…

Great food for on the go? Who am I talking to? A little commercial for the Sunflower Seed Association?

So we have all this ‘higher thought’ going on… logical analysis on our weather vs. hell or three hells, what food is good ‘on the go’, when in the back of my asexual Mom-mobile I heard the following:

Mr. T: Mom. You know how they say they don’t know if fish burp? I think if you see a fish making fish lips and then see bubbles, he’s really burping.

Now THAT is the 9 year old I know… bodily functions and getting to the root of the nitty gritty parts of life like… fish burping.

Life is good when you’re 9.

Posted by Boudicca at October 20, 2006 07:32 PM | TrackBack

how cute. but don't worry, he's only 2 variations off from Mr. T now, because Mr. T himself has gotten rid of the bling.

oh, and i picked today to say, the heck with it, i never get to wear a frakkin sweater, and it's only high 70s right now... so i'm wearing my red sweater, Florida or no!!

then, when i came out of the blood lab... my car thermometer read 98.

suck. i hate Florida.

Posted by: sarahk at October 21, 2006 12:48 AM

He is soooo sweet. Can't wait for the conversations in my household to change. Oh... maybe I can. ;-)

Posted by: vw bug at October 21, 2006 05:29 AM

It is a bright kid who knows how hot hell is at only nine years old..has he been to El paso in the summer time and is speaking from experience?

Posted by: GUYK at October 21, 2006 08:42 AM

The title of this post, all by itself, is Classic Enough. The content is icing on the cake.

Posted by: Elisson at October 21, 2006 04:53 PM

The questions certainly get more complicated as they get older but not necessarily more interesting....I'm always amazed at not only the variances in questions and opinions of our kids but also the timing. Sometimes I think they were born with an internal clock that causes them to speak at the most opportune or inopportune moment. Rarely is this personality trait turned off in our house.

Posted by: Lemon Stand at October 21, 2006 05:30 PM

Loved this conversation. They crack me up when they come up with these animal observations. What fun!

Posted by: Michele at October 23, 2006 11:06 AM