Jan 04, 2010 15:38
Today as I was driving Tommy home from school, I asked him about a new classmate, and discovered a possible future career for my son. The conversation went like this:
Me: "So did you make a new friend in school today?" [Parents had been informed via email newsletter of a new child joining T's class this week. She and her mom had visited before Christmas break.]
T: "No, there was no C today."
Me, confused: "But you know her, right?"
T: "Yes, but I didn't see her. Mommy, you should come to my class to see!"
Me: "I can't come to your class, honey. I'm too old."
T: "I'll build you a shrink machine so you can be three!"
After more discussion, we determined that a shrink machine consists of a hole that you go into, some buttons, and a hole that you come out of. And you can get all the parts you need at Home Depot (including the holes).
If he starts singing like Neil Patrick Harris, I'm going to get worried.
tommy