Driving home in the van last week:
JediBoy: Is the lion the king of the jungle?
PisecoMom: Sure, yep, you bet.
JediBoy: Is there jungle in the grassland?
PisecoMom: (realization dawning) Er, no…
JediBoy: How does that work? The lion lives in the grassland, right?
PisecoMom: (fully outwitted) Um, yes… oh, look! A bulldozer!
Sometimes changing the subject is my only way out.
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In the theater, waiting for Shrek 3 to start. JediBoy had already looked at the Shrek 3 books at the bookstore and so he knew King Arthur was in this one. He was saying that he was so excited to see King Arthur, so I asked him what his favorite part of the Arthur story was.
No simple sword in the stone for my boy. What I got was:
Silly Percival, who dragged Sir Bowengard around the field on a farm horse… Sir Lamorak and Sir Lancelot found Percival, and what did they see? Percival dragging the body of Bowengard around the field. ‘Excuse me,’ said Lamorak, ‘What are you doing?’ ‘I’m trying to get this fellow’s armor off, but I can’t get it off him,’ said Percival. ‘It’s belted and buckled onto him. Let me help you. By the way, what’s your name?’ ‘Percival.’ ‘I have a brother named Pervical,’ sighed Sir Lamorak. Percival thought to himself: This is my brother! He will look at me in this, this willow outfit that I’m just changing out of, he would be embarrassed to think that this is his brother. ‘Thank you for the armor!’ he said. He leaped upon Sir Bowengard’s great horse and he rode off…
Jim Weiss, anyone? This turned from a retelling into an almost word-for-word recitation, complete with inflections and accents… how will I ever keep up with this boy?
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