Alternate title for this:
Why Sometimes I Love Having Kids
Two conversations with my 8-year old son and 10-year old daughter:
Conversation #1: ARGH!
In the car:
Payton: "Cam has a pirate booty."
Cam: "No I don't."
Payton: "Yes you do! You have a pirate booty. HAHAHAHA!"
Me: "Payton, do you even know what a booty is?"
Payton: "It's a rear-end."
Cam: "NO IT'S NOT! IT MEANS 'TREASURE.'"
Me: "Cam's right. A 'pirate's booty' was his treasure."
Payton: "Then Cam's bum is a treasure."
Cam: "Yeah. My bum is a treasure. A STINKY treasure."
Honestly...I thought this was going to climax at the part where Payton declares my son's bum as a treasure but somehow he managed to bring it to an entirely different level.
Conversation #2: Blick by Blick
The three of us are in a toy store called "Josh's Toys" in the mall.
We're looking at an entire row of Lego sets.
Me: "Wow. Look at all these Legos. This kid Josh must sure love Legos."
Cam: "Well...who DOESN'T love Legos?"
Payton: "That would be most of the Chinese."
You know, I didn't even bother to ask any more.
Sometimes, it's better that way.