Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Whooo boy...

My child is a piece of work. He has a "pow" (a toy rifle) that is one of his favorite toys. It came with batteries, but we removed those after the first ten minutes. He never forgot that the pow was supposed to have sound effects, though. So Monday night this is what he says to us:

"Daddy, you're gonna hafta go to Wal-Mart and buy badderies for my pow. I'm gonna go wif you, and I'm gonna cry, so you're gonna hafta buy me a toy."

Perhaps we should have scolded him, but instead we looked at each other in bewilderment and asked, "did he just say what I think he just said?"

Somebody needs to explain to him that you don't give away your strategy before the game.

By the way, he didn't cry, but we did buy him a $2 book.

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