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