Monday, May 29, 2006

Udder

The Good Guy's daughter (reminder: she's 8) was at the playground in our apartment complex the other day swinging next to and chatting with a little boy who is close to her in age (his name is Taylor). After a little while she came running over to where we were seated, sat down next to her father and asked:

"Daddy, what does udder mean?"

"Well, it means a couple of things, for instance, you know cows have udders, right?"

"Yeah, but, Taylor said he was going to play with his udder friends"

I simultaneously had three thoughts (while trying not to laugh out loud).

One: Poor thing, that little snot nosed brat didn't want to play with her-she's going to feel rejected*

Two: She's better off. That kid is really weird...And he can't even pronounce 'other'.(Have I mentioned how protective I am of the people I love? I don't generally have prejudices about speach impediments)

Three: This is hysterically funny, and I must share it with the blogging world.

Kids truly do say the darndest things.

*FYI: She was far from traumatized; she found something else fun to do within approximately 2 minutes of discovering (via her father's diplomatic translation) that Taylor was seeking out alternative playmates.

1 comment:

ThursdayNext said...

I love it! :)
She is too cute. You are right to be protective.