Invent some sort of child-mute switch. Please. I'll give you my life savings, which is a whole ten dollars and some change. Why are you laughing? That's serious money!*
*and by "serious" I mean you'd think it was a lot if you were like in Kindergarten. Or homeless.
It's because I'm tired of Colin interjecting needless information at the most embarrassing times. Like not too long ago at the hardware store: Curtis was looking at something and I couldn't get the cart down the aisle, so the kids and I were waiting for him by this counter. The friendly worker greeted us politely and asked if he could help us, to which Colin replied: "My name is Colin. I'm four. And this is my mommy and she's 29!"
Thanks, kid. Thanks a whole lot.
And the other day, when we stopped in to get some ice cream. Colin likes Superman ice cream, which is this:
Ugh, see the mess it makes on the table? (And everywhere else, for that matter?)
Anyway, he loves Superman ice cream - but I don't like him to tell people why he likes it so much. And yet here we were at the ice cream shop, and Colin orders it, and he's all, "Do you know why I like Superman ice cream so much?"
"Colin!" I hissed, just as the girl behind the counter said, "Why?"
"Because it turns my poop green!" he said cheerfully in that huge four-year-old voice that everyone can hear.
It was more like, "BECAUSE IT TURNS MY POOP GREEN!"
Seriously, the kid is going to literally embarass me to death some day if he doesn't grow out of this. It isn't like this is the first time he's done something mortifying - this is just the latest in a long line.
So scientists reading this - or just abnormally smart people who have a lot of down time and a burning desire to earn a whole TEN DOLLARS - please, please get right on the task of making that mute button. A whole lot of parents will be eternally grateful.
... And there's a life savings with your name on it.

















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