A conversation with Domino when told it was time to get ready for bed:
"I hate this place. I just want to go and get lost."
"Really?"
"Yes. I hate it hate it hate it."
"Wow. That's a lot of hate, dude."
"I know."
"Where would you go if you got lost?"
"Auntie Angel's."
"Really? I think you'd miss this place a lot."
"No I wouldn't."
"I think you'd miss your bed and your toys and all your Captain Underpants books."
"That's ok, I can sleep on her couch and use their toys and she'll buy me books."
"I know you'd miss your ZoeZo. She's your best dog!"
"That's ok, Princess Puppy can be my new best dog." (Auntie Angel's chihuahua who embodies all that is wrong with small dogs...)
"But Princess Puppy is mean and barks all the time and tries to bite you."
"That's ok, she'll like me eventually."
"Good luck with that pal. Now put your pj's on and go to bed. And by the way - I'd miss you terribly if you were lost."
"Oh, that's good. Good night Mom."
"Good night Domino. Love you."
"Love you, too."
1 comment:
Hehe. That's a great conversation. I have the same sort of things with my son, but not on the hate-part. He just tells me he wants to go fight bad guys (full sound effects included).
God I hope he doesn't join the Marines.
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