Phoenix: If a king snakes bites you, you will be dead forEVER. Like, EVER. If it bites you. A king snake will bite you, you know. It will. It bites.
Me: King snakes are harmless to us. They do not have venomous bites. They eat pests like rats and mice and help us.
Phoenix (with a totally disgusted look and a sarcastic tone): What, like you might just scream loudly if it bites you? That's IT? Sheesh.
Phoenix: Maybe I can ask Santa for something like small gun. Just a small one, not real. I mean, not a real gun - not that. Just like, a play gun. But still a gun, I mean. A gun for Christmas.
Me: silence... and the distinct feeling that I do not know where this child came from, with his snakes and gun talk.
Do you ever look at your kids that way? As though they dropped out of the sky?
ommm..yes! I do.
ReplyDeleteWhen Eva picks out the sparkliest --high heel--flip flops and when she runs around the house in those fake barbie high heels...that is exactly what I think. :)
Guns and snakes, huh?
:)--you know he {needs a little gun} mama!--Well, even if you don't, Santa does. :)