Kids say the fuckingest things
If anyone whines about me blogging cutesy parent shit I swear that I’ll do some cat blogging later. Actually, I think I’ll do some cat and dog blogging later anyway, so whine all you want.
Today, as I was dropping him off at daycare, Christian asked me, “When does my pre-school stop being bible school?” They’re doing vacation bible school this week, and I guess he’s sick of singing songs about Jesus.
We picked out a watergun for him at Toys ‘r’ Us yesterday, in anticipation of the neighborhood’s annual Independence Day water fight (yes, Washington is rolling in his grave that we commemorate his generation’s sacrifices with water fights, hot dogs, and fireworks. Or, more probably, he’s happy that his fight for freedom worked so well that we can take it all for granted 200 years later). I wanted to get a supersoaker, but they didn’t have the one with the backpack, so he picked a different one. “Trust me, Matty, this one is cool.”
Several weeks ago he was wearing his new pants and we had to put a belt on him since new, at this age, means two sizes too large or he’ll outgrow them by Tuesday. He was happily humming along to the White Stripes in the back seat when he suddenly said, “I’m wearing my belt and going to work like a MAN!” I nearly died.
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Ummm, may I first say that I am surprised to know your boy is going to Vacation Bible School?
Heh.
O.K. Now that that’s out, that is flipping hilarious!
Well, bible school ain’t my choice, but his mother is Lutheran (and I’m just step-Dad, too).
I really don’t have a problem with it, anyway. I went to church, bible school, and I really loved the Christian camp I went to (and worked at!) for years. I managed to get all that religion and snap out of it around 20, so he’ll be fine.
So, if you got it all out of you, I wonder how much was in