A few months ago ElderChild was discussing a story with
YoungerChild and she kept coming back to this man who was on a journey in his “yaatchet”. Ok, perhaps I’m completely out-of-the-loop
with all these made-up concepts in video games and such, so I let it slide. But finally it gets the better of me and I
ask “What’s a yaatchet?” ElderChild opens the book on her lap, flips
thru a few pages, and says “I’m not sure.
But it’s right here in the book.
Y-A-C-H-T. Yaatchet.”
Fast-Forward to this week.
YoungerChild is contemplating plastic aloud. She’s trying to think of everything she can
that is made of plastic and she’s compiled a really great list (she likes to make lists). Every now and then ElderChild contributes an
item, including listing “The people in The Hunger Games”. This one catches me by surprise. I clearly had misunderstood much of the story
when friends had described the trilogy to me. I just have to ask. “Are the people in The Hunger Games really
made of plastic?” and ElderChild
responds “Yes. Because they’re always
having Plastic Surgery. ”
There are times when, despite your best intentions, you can’t
help but laugh at your own child, to their face.
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