Sleepover Jazzisms....
Our next door neighbor, R, is spending the night with us tonight. I have made a tent in the living room out of chairs and a parachute. They are in their sleeping bags, with pillows and stuffed animals, fighting sleep with everything they have in them.
Here are just a few of the great conversations I have heard tonight:
Within a few minutes of R showing up, he spotted two shoe boxes on the steps. A few days ago C bought J a couple of new pairs. And R wanted to try them on. I must bring up the fact that R's mommy has the fear that R is already destined to be gay. She is OK with it. Just that she sees a definite difference in R and her older son when he was the same age.
R: Can I try on your shoes?
J: I don't think they will fit you.
R: Can I try them on?
J: I guess.
R: You're right they don't fit. Thats OK. I don't have anything they would go with.
J: Are you sure you're a boy?
J: Wanna hear a joke?
R: Sure.
J: Where did the cow go on vacation?
R: HAH HAH HAH
J: Thats not the funny part.
R: Oh........
J: Where did the cow go on vacation?
R: *shrugs*
J: Moo-York City
R: *blinks*..... *confused*.....
J: because a cow MooooOOOOoooos
R: Oh...... *blinks*.....
When it was actually bedtime, R wanted to sleep with Sunflower. Sunflower is J's favorite new puppy. She got it for Xmas, and it has barely been out of her reach since that day.
R: I want to sleep with that puppy.
J: But thats *MY* Sunflower! You brought your own bears to sleep with.
R: But I should be able to sleep with the puppy. I *AM* a boy!
J: Just Barely.
(Daddy spits coffee across the room.)