The Crescat
… I can learn from my six year old son. This morning I was driving The Boy to school; a snippet of our conversation follows:
The Crescat: Do you still play with Joey at school?
[back story: Joey was a little boy that lived next door and was The Boy’s best friend but his family moved 3 weeks ago.]
The Boy: Not much. We have recess at different times.
The Crescat: Do you miss him?
The Boy: I suppose.
The Crescat: How does Joey like his new house?
The Boy: I don’t know.
The Crescat: Has he made any new friends in his new neighborhood?
The Boy: I don’t know.
The Crescat: You don’t know? You guys still talk right?
The Boy: Yeah! But boys don’t talk about junk like that! Geesh!!! [insert huge eye roll]
The Crescat: Really? What do boys talk about then?
The Boy: I don’t know mom, good grief! We talk about Storm Troopers and farts and stuff!
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