Here’s a transcription of the conversation between the boy and me, written on notebook paper during church today. He’s nine, remember?
Boy: Mom, For this halloween I want to get a black morph suit and put my Batman shirt over it and make a mask. I could break off plastic spoon tops and put them on my [seriously indecipherable word, possibly waist, possibly mouth, possibly wrist — the spoons are no kind of clue] and paint them black. (Please respond.)
Me: That’s an exciting idea… But I’ve already purchased your Halloween costume. It’s a perfect replica of Papa Smurf. (Please respond.)
Him: I don’t want to be Papa Smurf. (By the way, I’m asking you because Dad wouldn’t want me to have a morph suit. He thinks I will commit a crime.) (Please respond.)
Me: But you look so lovely in light blue.
With a white beard.
Let’s keep talking about this. I’m pretty sure I can bring you around to my way of thinking. Papa Smurf! Papa Smurf! Papa Smurf! (P.S. I know. Morph suits = life of crime.) Love, Mommy.
Him: Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssssse? (Pleeeeease respond.)
Me: Papa Smurf! It’s Smurf-tastic! It’s Smurf-errific! It’s Smurf-tabulous! GOOOOOOO, Papa! (Drawing of signs: We <3 Papa, Papa is Smurfy, Who’s your Papa? Papa is #1!)
Him: I can’t pull off a beard.
Me: Oh, I SO disagree. You’re SMURFY in a beard.
(At this point, he goes back to the above and changes it to this: I can’t WON’T pull off a beard.)
Him: What do I have to do to get you to give in?
Me: Dude. Do you know me at all? I. Do. Not. Bargain. Love, Mommy.
Him: (Last Word Kid) Oh, but you do. OH, BUT YOU WILL.
(6) Comments for this blog
This is so cute! I love the promise/threat at the end. Perhaps he knows your love of bread and it will turn into bribery.
This is so cute! I love the promise/threat at the end. Perhaps he knows your love of bread and it will turn into bribery.
Hahaha.
Hahaha.
Hee hee hee. That’s too cute! Go Smurfs!
Hee hee hee. That’s too cute! Go Smurfs!