C: "Mom, can I buy a new bike?"
Me: "No, if there's a problem with your bike, Daddy will fix it."
C: "Why can't I just get a new bike?"
Me: "Do you have any money?"
C: "No."
Me: "That's why you can't. You need money to buy a new bike."
C: "Don't you have money?"
Me: "Not money for a new bike!"
Calen walks away, then comes back with a contemplative look on his face.
C: "Mom, I think you should just go to Bank of America and get some money."
Me: "....Bank of America?" (we don't even bank there).
C: "Yeah. It's a bank. For Americans. We're Americans. You can just go in there and get money there."
Me: "That's.....not how it works....."
I was going to explain how a bank actually works, but the moment had passed and his seven year old attention span had moved on to the Lego Bionicle he was playing with and began to explain how the BLADE SWORD SKATEBOARD can morph into whatever terrain it's skating on.
That saved me a lot of boring lecture time on how banks work.
The picture of the day is completely unrelated. At Calen's game today, Cam and another little brother were watching the hitter with their little hands up on an invisible bat, and when the hitter would make contact, they'd swing and proceed to "run the bases", which was actually just a loop around the bleachers.
Can they just never grow up?
"Up to bat" |
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