On a road trip today, my youngest calls from the backseat.
"Mama, is it fart?"
O.K. here is the dialogue this question envoked.
Him:"Mama, is it fart?
Me: What, is it fart? Is what fart? What do you mean?
Him:Is it fart?
Me:Is what fart?
Him:Is it fart?
Me:Oh, is it far? Is what far? The store, no we're almost there.
Him: No, (getting frustrated) is it fart?
Him: Is the weather fart?
Me: The weather? What do you mean (looking around) is it fart? Oh, you mean fair. Is the weather fair? Yes, today is pretty nice. I would say the weather is fair.
Him: Nooo. (completely exasperated, by now) Is the weather fart? You know, when the leaves fall off the trees.
Me: Oh, (of course) you mean fall. F*a*l*l.
Like when you fall you hurt your knees and the leaves fall off the trees.
Fart is when you.....{well, you can imagine the explaination}
Yes, honey it is fall.
And you know what I just realized as this has just happened today,
went thru the whole thing in my head, typed it down, read it twice to make sure I got it right and viola it's not fall, this is February. Definately not fall.
:mistake2:


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Peggy from Indiana to Alabama & then Iowa & now back to Alabama!
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so much for the great replies. I couldn't help but laugh all over again. My youngest is 6 and like so many at his age has lost his two front teeth. This very complicated conversation took place after a long day in the van with 3 kids. His very not so helpful brother and sister couldn't figure out what he was saying either. After we realized what the poor kid was trying to say, I almost had to pull over from laughing so hard.

