So. The ten year old boy of the house doesn’t follow in his mother’s mostly sappy interrogation methods…
(for example, my query of the day generally sounds something like: “what was the best part of this day - the bit you’ll keep in your head forever…” - CLEARLY far too whimsical for the demographic…)
Nevertheless, when he comes up to me and wraps his arms around me and says, “Mommy, can I ask you a question?” - just by default, my heart throws my head the best moments of the day so far. “Yes!” I say, pondering which to choose…
Alas - the question was unexpected. “Which island would you choose - One made of elephant poo? Or one made of foot fungus?” Oh yes… the philosophical wrestling begins…
There is no good answer - and to my chagrin, I answered his question as he usually answers mine. With exasperation and a ”I don’t know….”
Well…in the event that you are stuck on this said island, and it gets chilly, they say that elephant dung burns well
March 29th, 2009 at 7:49 pmAnna now inserts the word “POOP” at random intervals when we read at night…something about kids and poo and other yucky things, eh?
(I am glad your are back.)
OMG you have a 10 year old? jk jk
March 30th, 2009 at 10:18 amNothing like a good “poop” story Monday morning. I too am very pleased to see you back bloggin’.
Hi Lady…so glad that you are back, and so glad to read your blog - it warms my heart and makes my day…so do you.
As for life on the islands…I’d get a little clarification…does it smell…will there be fruity cocktails…what are the natives like… An island vacation is an island vacation, and some days I wouldn’t mind a voyage…even to Elephant Poop Island (*smile*)
March 30th, 2009 at 2:36 pm