Next week we're off to the Allgäu for a week of wintersport. I don't know who's more excited, M or the kids!
B was full of bubbly talk on the walk to school this morning. He was thrilled by the fact that he was the one who came up with a storage solution for the ski equipment-- he'd suggested that we keep it under their bunk beds in the camper.
I lauded him for his creative thinking but said that I was worried about one thing: had he thought about what to do at night? It's a good thing he's on the top bunk, but still, he should be careful, because there are two kinds of skis, poisonous ones and constrictors, and we aren't sure which ones ours are...
Suddenly he burst out laughing and my little six-year-old shouted:
"Mama! That's totally not true! Skis are not made out of living material!"
He may be completely twisted by the time he grows up but this kid is going to have a killer vocabulary!
5 comments:
but maybe you can ski with a snake who has just swallowed a ski?
oh.... looks like interesting and lively years ahead of you!
I wouldn't have it any other way... :-)
I think you are doing a great job in warping your kid's minds and providing them a skewed view of the world. I applaud your efforts--as they are akin to my own child-rearing techniques! :)
Those poisonous skis can be really treacherous! B is a riot!
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