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Wit’s Beginning

Pearls of Wisdon

A snippet of a conversation today…

Jorge: You slept for a long time.
Little J: I’m still tired.
Jorge: Well, save it for tonight. Then you’ll have lots of energy to see Santa tomorrow.
Little J: Well, I don’t want to see him tomorrow.
Jorge: Whaaaat?
Little J: Yeah. I like sleep better than Christmas.
Jorge: Bwahahahahahaha!

To be fair, having a bad cold would make anyone love their precious sleep.


Feel Free To Cut In If You Have Heard This…

Misfire?

Recently, Mrs. J and I decided that cutting off the kid count at 1 is the way to go for us (spare the judgement, please). I’m not all that secretive about these sorts of things with my close friends (and most people in general, really). If I was, then awesome dialogue like this would never happen…

Jorge: Ladies and gentlemen, I present: FRANKENBALLS
Krk: Which one do you call Ladies, and which one is Gentlemen?
Krk: You’re alive?
Jorge: I call one Megan and the other one YOUR MOM
Jorge: I am
Jorge: A true foodie, I am switching between different frozen veggies
Krk: Bahahaha
Krk: Locally grown I hope
Jorge: From my own garden
Jorge: A very weird experience
Jorge: To be expected
Jorge: Talked about telecom
Krk: You mentioned that we’re a cut above the rest?
Jorge: I said that we have a ball at work
Krk: … And we try not to get sacked
Jorge: There is a vas deferens between us and the competition.
Krk: BAHAHAHA
Krk: You win
Jorge: You’ve got to know when to hold ’em, know when to scrotum
Jorge: Phew
Jorge: I almost talked about attending pubic school and how it was such a close shave between pass and fail.
Krk: You had me at vas deferens…

Aren’t you glad that conversation happened? Aren’t you glad I shared that?


Alternatives

Owning a Language

My daughter loves a wide variety of music; we listened to a lot of different styles of music even when she was an infant. So, it’s not strange to hear her singing something by Creedence Clearwater Revival, or Corb Lund.

The other day, after coming back from the Zoo, she was singing a song, and kept changing one of the words to a non-word; it still worked in the context of the song, and it made sense in the way that she used it, but it was still not really correct…

J: Sweetheart, that’s not the right word.
Little J: I know. I’m just using a different kind of English.
J: A different kind of English?
Little J: Yeah. It’s mine.

Smart alek.


Chip Off the Ol’ Block

Conversationality

This is a very serious discussion that occurred while in a doctor’s waiting room recently…

Little J: [Walks up to J with a plastic Brontosaurus in her hand and speaks in a deep, gravelly voice. She speaks purposefully, in a stilted manner.] I am a dinosaur. I can do all kinds of tricks.
J: Really?
Little J: Yes.
J: What kind of tricks can you do? Can you show me?
Little J: Yes! Hup! [Stands the dinosaur on his tail.] This is trick number one.
J: Wow. That’s pretty good!
Little J: Here is another trick. Hup! [Stands dinosaur on his head.] This is the next trick!
J: Very nice. Do you have any more tricks?
Little J: Yes. This is my last trick. Hup! [Stands the dinosaur on his back.] Three. That’s three tricks. I am awesome.
J: Yes! [Claps.] Thank you for showing me those tricks!
Little J: You are welcome. Now it is time for me to go home.
J: Really?
Little J: Yes. It is dinner time. I am going home with the bees. When I get home, I will eat them because I like to eat bees.
J: Well, have a good dinner.
Little J: Yes. I will. You have a good dinner too, Daddy.


I love when she does stuff like this.


Do You Want Fries With That?

Really?

This happened earlier today when I was getting breakfast. Sometimes you just have to shake your head at people…

CASHIER: What would you like, sir?
JORGE: I’ll have a BLT with egg and cheese on a toasted pumpernickel bagel please.
CASHIER: BLT with egg and cheese on a toasted pumpernickel bagel?
JORGE: That’s right.
CASHIER: Would you like bacon and lettuce on that?
JORGE: