when I started this blog five years ago, I was a pet sitter and the name animal-crackers made sense. now I'm a stay-at-home-dad and freelance writer, but rather than confuse everyone by getting a different blog, it's just easier to keep posting things here.
Saturday, August 09, 2008
overheard on the playground
I took Dylan to the park yesterday. While he was climbing around on the playscape, I overheard a group of kids who were playing house beneath the playscape.
They were boys and girls, ages 6-10, and they were still negotiating who was playing which role. Apparently a misunderstanding erupted between two of them.
"Let's just put it this way," the girl said. "My husband ... is dead!"
"Oh," said the boy, "so you're a widow!"
What???
But even funnier was the 7-year-old girl who insisted...
"I'm the 5 year old!"
And then she spent the next five minutes crying and wailing while her "parents" told her to shut up.
They were boys and girls, ages 6-10, and they were still negotiating who was playing which role. Apparently a misunderstanding erupted between two of them.
"Let's just put it this way," the girl said. "My husband ... is dead!"
"Oh," said the boy, "so you're a widow!"
What???
But even funnier was the 7-year-old girl who insisted...
"I'm the 5 year old!"
And then she spent the next five minutes crying and wailing while her "parents" told her to shut up.
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Today, I had to tell two girls to stop riding their scooters on the toddler-sized play construct or I was going to have to Tell Their Mothers.
That's it, I have become my own mother. Done.
What's next?
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