HOW could I write a post about my adorable lunch date with Jack and forget the funniest part?
Ben likes to tell the boys that he is a vampire-- he just slips in little tidbits every now and then, and they are about 85% sure he's NOT a vampire, but, as you'll see, the issue of his potential un-deadness is always a little bit on their minds.
Jack asked what we were having for dinner last night while we were at lunch because he is good at making conversation. I said oven barbecued chicken, roasted broccoli, and garlic smashed potatoes.
"Is Daddy going to eat the potatoes?" he asked.
"Um, yeah?" I replied. "I assume he will-- he thins they sounds good."
"Oh!" Jack said, his face lighting up. "Then he can't be a vampire."
"Who the what now?" I asked, totally confused.
"Daddy is not a vampire if he is going to eat garlic on his potatoes," Jack explained slowly, like he was surprised I am so stupid but was committed to doing his best to not make me feel bad about it. "Because vampires don't like garlic. Do you see what I mean?"
"Oh," I said, finally catching on.
"But let's not tell Harry," Jack said and laughed. "Let him keep thinking about it."
2 comments:
Too funny!!
Our kids think all food, like strawberries and potatoes, are grown and harvested by unicorns.
Ha!! I love first graders.
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