This evening we went to the bowling alley. At one point, Isaac had to go to the bathroom. This was the conversation we had while he was using the facilities:
Isaac: "Mom, this is the ladies room. You're not a lady. You can't come in here."
Me: "Yes, I can. I'm a lady."
Isaac: "No, you're not. Ladies wear glasses. You don't have glasses."
Me: "Sometimes I wear glasses to drive. Does that count?"
Isaac: "Um, y-eah. Maybe. But you don't drive, Mom."
Me: "Yes, I do."
Isaac: "You don't drive Daddy's Buick."
Me: "I know. I drive the Suburban."
Isaac: "Does it have a name?"
Me: "Yep. The Beast."
(At this point it's good to know that Isaac is convinced the Buick Rendezvous is a Transformer. We play mind games with the four-year old. It's fun.)
Isaac: "He's not a Transformer like Rendezvous."
Me: "Yes, he is. He transforms every night."
Isaac: "Into what?"
Me: "The Abominable Snowman."
Isaac: "That's not real, Mom."
Me: "Yes, he is."
Isaac: "What do they do?"
Me: "They transform and have snowball fights every night."
Isaac: "Hmph. I'm done. You can wipe my butt now."
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