Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Questions Without Answers

Luke: Mommy, do you like prison?

Me: Uh, no. I don't think so.

Luke: Why?

Me: Hmmm. What's on TV?


Luke: Mommy, are you going to grow another baby in your belly?

Me: Probably not.

Luke: Why?

Me: I don't know. Do you want me to grow another baby in my belly?

Luke (with great enthusiasm): Yeah! And then you can grow another one and another one and another one and another one and another one - (somewhere in there Evie and Luke started jumping up and down in cadence with each "another one")

Me (cutting Luke off with only an additional 6 kids): Whoa there kid! Where would we put all these babies?

Luke (shrugging): I don't know.

Me: Yeah, me either.


Luke (while watching TV, he absently put his hand on my bare legs which were propped up on our coffee table and then he looked up at me): Mom, what is that? (he started rubbing my leg which was prickly).

Me: We've been through this before. Remember, that's hair on my legs.

Luke: You know what you need?

Me: No, what's that?

Luke: You need Smooth Away.

(Chuck and I tried not to show how funny that was, but recognize that Luke is enamored with infomercials. He has also recently requested a new product called Touch and Brush. Let me know if you've seen this yet.)

Luke: What are you laughing at?

Me: Nothing at all, darling. So, you think I need to use Smooth Away?

Luke: Yeah.

Me: Where did you find out about that?

Luke (shrugging his shoulders): I dunno.


Me: Let's clean up your room. You two made a mess up here, so let's put it all away before bed.

Luke: Mommy, I want to tell you something. (this is a very common phrase at our house).

Me: Okay. What do you want to tell me?

Luke: My friend Maddie is very good at cleaning up.

Me: Yes, she is. She did a great job cleaning up when she visited our house last night didn't she?

Luke (solemnly nodding his head): Yes. So, you know what?

Me: What?

Luke: Maybe Maddie can come over and clean my room for me. Before I could respond, he added: She's really good at it!

Me: Yeah, well, I don't think that's such a good idea. Maddie doesn't need to clean up your mess. You need to clean up your mess. (I have to admit that I'm somewhat proud of the fact that it sounds like he's headed for management)

Luke: Why? That's so mean! Why are you mean to me?

Me: That's an age-old question my dear.


Mom said...

I love the Luke stories.

The Potters said...

Hilarious. Absolutely hilarious.