Tuesday, June 20, 2006

the girl who is having a conversation

So I asked Zachary to clear the lunch dishes off the table--including the stuff UNDER the table that his brothers dropped, or threw, and this is the conversation we had.
Z: "Sometimes I think my brothers just like to make me work. Work, work work!"
Me:"Welcome to my world, child." (I have this thing about calling all the kids "child"
Z: "Well, Mommy? (most sentences are started this way, with the well, mommy question) Some things are different in my world."
Me: "Really? Like what?"
Z: "I can't tell you, it's a secret."
Me: "Of course you can tell me! I'm your Mommy!"
Z: "I really can't. (then, with vehemence) "I don't even tell my imaginary friends!!"
Lol! Just my giggle for the day, resume your lives.


JenSmack said...

That must be SOME secret if his imaginary friends don't even know! Wow!

I love love love little child stories! I call my kids "child" sometimes too...

mIcHeLlE-o said...

How cute is this story? I love children and the way that they think and the cutest things that they say. They are lucky to have such a wonderful mommy.