Not much chatter has been going on at our house this week. Not really sure why, but this was an interesting conversation between myself and T-man the other night.
P had a horrible evening Tuesday. He was at a yard mowing when his mower decided to, well for the lack of better terms, take a crap in the middle of the yard. Huge mower, sitting in the middle of, thankfully, his great-aunt's yard, and would not start. So, he had to come-along the mower out of the yard to the street to be loaded back on to the trailer. Then, called a friend to help get the mower up the ramps onto the trailer, so that the mower could be hauled to the repair shop the next day only to be told that a fuse that helps to keep the battery charged had blown.
Back to the story at hand. P swung by the house to eat dinner, and then he was going to run the lawn equipment back out the barn for the night. Before he left, T-man asked his dad to start his shower for him. And away they went. When T-man was finished with his shower, he hollered at me that he was done.
When I got the bathroom to turn the water off, the conversation went a little like this.
T-man: Momma, can we go to Hollywood to see Taylor Swift. (Son is very much infatuated by Miss Swift.)
Me: No, sweetie. We cannot got to Hollywood to see Taylor Swift.
T-man: Well, why not?
Me: Because, Hollywood is too far away from here.
T-man: Well, you know, we can take an airplane there.
Me: Yes, I know, but we are not going to Hollywood on an airplane to see Taylor Swift.
T-man: But I have never been on an airplane, and I want to go.
Me: I'm sorry, T-man, but we are just not going to go. And besides, some day you will ride in a plane. I promise.
The child is too smart for his (or mine for that matter) own good.
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