I’m sitting on our couch after work, one of those long days when 89% of my brain has already been sacrificed to middle school students.
William is doing what he does best: babble incessantly about a fantasy world as though it’s more natural than Pamela Anderson’s breasts. Which it is.
Will is holding his latest DVD obsession: Penguins of Madagascar. I’m thankful for this show, because he now knows there are more countries in the world than the USA, Calgary and Texas.
He is on minute twelve of summarizing one of the plots. I’ve adopted my pretend-to-be-listening face, which involves eye contact, nodding, and repeating the occasional word. I clue in for this sentence.
“Mom,” Will says, “the mayor was going to open a Children’s Zoo.”
I process this for a nanosecond. I say:
William looks at me, clearly wondering where that 11% of my brain went.
“No, Mom. Not humans. Baby animals.”
“Oh. So not a zoo where people pay to see children?”
“No. They’d never do that.”
And he’s right…
My friend, Kelly from Dances with Chaos, wrote a great post this week that I want to draw attention to. It’s OCD Awareness week, and everyone should read this post: It’s Not Just about Breasts Anymore. So please, click over.
It’s Whiteboard Wednesday, so I ask:
What strange things have you said or heard recently?