I'm beginning to think that turning 34 also means the onset of the stereotypical signs of old age. I'm referring to my hearing. It might just get me into trouble, or my son, if I don't watch it. Cameron and I were shopping yesterday at Kohls when I picked a shirt off the rack. It was green: darker than lime, brighter than olive ... that's the best I can describe it. Anyway, I ask Cam what he thinks of it.
What I THOUGHT I heard him say was, "It's nice if you want to look like a hooker." Jaw to the floor, looking around to make sure no one else heard, I tell him not to say that. I then ask him if he even knows what that means and where he heard it from. I proceed to tell him that he shouldn't say words if he doesn't know what they mean.
He looks at me and says, "Who doesn't know what a booger is?" Well if that wasn't a relief. Then he asks me what I thought he said.
"Nothing ... let's go look at shoes ..."
Phew. That was a close one.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Is THIS the first to go?
Posted by The Peterson's at 4:31 PM
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