While talking to Tink on the phone after picking up the boys... an interesting conversation occurred. Tater told me he was hungry. Really really hungry. He wanted to eat right that minute. I stopped talking to Tink and told him we would be eating shortly.
Tater: Mom, you are going to die after 2pm
**blink** **silence on my side of the phone**
**laughter out of Tink**
Me: Why am I going to die?
Tater: Because I'm soooo hungry
**silence because now I'm tearing up and trying not to laugh out loud**
**more laughter out of Tink, and she wants to know if Tater can save me**
Me: If I feed you, will you save me? (Or something of that nature was said while being prompted by Tink)
Tater: Yes, I'll save you mom.
I am amazed daily by the odd conversations I have with my children. They are soooo going to need therapy when they get older.
Posted by vw bug at May 1, 2007 06:27 AM | TrackBack*leaving quarter in therapy jar*
Posted by: oddybobo at May 1, 2007 08:46 AMMybe we could get a group discount. I am afraid mine will be in need of some of that therapy.
Posted by: Katy at May 1, 2007 09:36 AMWait a minute, have I got this straight?
*He's* starving to death, yet *you* are the one who's going to die?
That's SO unfair! ;-)
Posted by: Roses at May 1, 2007 09:37 PMWhat? Is he going to kill you if you don't feed him? Harsh!
Posted by: Marie at May 2, 2007 08:44 AM