On drive home from a shopping trip at WalMart (heaven help me, I hate the place):
Payson: “Mom, what’s the other boy’s name on Spongebob?”
Me: “The other boy on Spongebob? Patrick?”
Payson: ” No, the other one.”
Me: “Squidward?”
Payson: “No.”
Me: “Mr. Crabs?”
Payson: “Yeah, Mr. Crabs!”
pause.
Me: “What were you thinking about Mr. Crabs?”
Payson: “He likes money!”
Me, laughing: “Yes, he sure does! What does he do with his money?”
Payson: “He makes towers out of it!”
Me, laughing more: “Yes he does! What would you do with all that money?”
Payson: “I would spend it all in quarter machines. I’d get aliens and giant eyes, I’d get ninjas and big monsters, and candy!”
Me: “That’s a really good idea, I love quarter machines. What would you do with all those toys?”
Payson, with the biggest grin ever: “PLAY with them!!!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The other day driving home from McDonald’s: Payson: “Mom, you got cheese? There’s cheese in McDonald’s?”
Me: “Yep.”
Payson: “Where does cheese come from?”
Me: “Cheese comes from cows! A farmer milks the cow and then they stir and stir and stir the milk and it turns into cheese!” Payson thinks for a while and then says, “There’s a cow in McDonald’s?!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Today: Payson: “Are there bad guys in our house?”
Me: “No. There aren’t any bad guys in our house!”
Payson: “There’s no bad guys in our house? Where do bad guys live?”
Me: “Um, bad guys live… umm, they live in their own houses just like we do. Not in our house, though!”
Payson: “Then we shouldn’t go to a bad guys house and ding dong because they’ll open the door and gobble us up!”
