Feb 15, 2006 12:39
Malachi's back.
For those of you who don't know, Malachi is my delighful 2-year old second cousin or nephew or something.
He's three years old and he barely talks.
Like, he can talk but he doesn't feel like it most of the time.
When people come over I pretend he's just really smart.
A typical dinner conversation:
Malachi: Gawa boo blawawawa cheesch
Me: Isn't that amazing?
Steve: What?
Me: 3 years old and already he's concerned about the declining standard of living in the carribean islands.
Grandma: I'm surrounded by assassins. (One of her favorite sayings. No it's not an inside joke, it just makes no sense)
Malachi: BRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPER
Me: No, Malachi, I believe that was during the Truman Administration.
Grandma: Hey Kevin I was walking down the street and I saw a subway truck.
Me: NO WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, I'm totally fascinated by all things Subway.
Malachi: cheesch jahgawawa rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruijijongh
Me: Wow, I never thouhgt of the Isreal-Palestine Conflict in that way, Malachi.
Now you know why I'm out of the house as much as possible.