Merrick: "Mom, when I gwow up can I be a bad guy?"
Matron: "What's a bad guy?"
Matron: "What's a bad guy?"
Merrick: "You have a gun and maybe a mean dog."
Matron: "Do you have a mean dog right now?"
Merrick: "No."
Matron: "Do you have a real gun? One that shoots bullets?"
Merrick: "No."
Matron: "Are you happy?
Merrick: "Only if I can be the bad guy."
Pause.
Merrick: "Do bad guys weaw footie pajamas? 'Cause I need mine."
And, as usual, the minute they arrived home, Merrick ripped off his clothes, put on his footie pajamas, grabbed a stick and played with a couple of dogs. And then hung out on the tire swing.
Bad guy.
3 comments:
Yup, he's a bad guy all right!
He needs a mask and a cape I think.
I love it. My son (11) is fulfilling his bad-guyness as the dumb crook in a local 101 Dalmatians play. He is satiated :) Boys... LOVE them
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