Merrick's best friend, Lachlan, was over on Sunday. They were talking about being R-I-C-H someday. They're four and five. Rich means all the toys and candy you can buy. Oh, and a motorcycle. And a big house with a room for your pet elephant.
Never one to miss a Quality Parenting Moment, I probe: "Is rich about money or family and love?"
Lachlan answers with speed and absolute self-assurance. "Money."
Aha! Wrong answer! I turn to my guy, all anticipation.
The little darling smiles and says, "Family."
Before maternal pride can even find its footing, he clarifies: "Because when you're rich, you buy a family that's maybe better. And you can buy anything else you want, like guns and cars."
Then, just to make certain I understand that the situation is entirely hopeless, he looks me straight in the eye and says, "Right, Cheese Butt?"
6 comments:
This is priceless. He's got it all figured out, doesn't he?
Well done, Cheese Butt.
You give them life and then they call you cheese butt.
A proud mother moment for sure...they don't always take our well intentioned bait, do they? He's just keepin' it real.
This is great... you/he made my day!
Too dang funny.
What is it with the obsession of 'who's rich'? My kids lately are always asking me, "are they rich?"
Completely annoying.
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