At the time of writing, my son is 5 years old. While he was late in starting to talk, he lost no time in developing an excellent vocabulary and takes pride in remembering and reciting grown up phrases. This is the shit he says.
- Me: ‘Did you see the hermit crabs at kindergarten?’
- Son: ‘No, they are nocturnal’
- Me: ‘what does that mean?’
- Son: ‘They sleep all day and party alllll night’.
- Me (playing Guess who): ‘Does your character have blond hair?’
- Son: ‘Go Fish’
- Me: ‘So do you like playing games?’
- Son: ‘life is a game’
- Me: ‘I think that is a lie’
- Son: ‘YES. I love to lie’
- Me: ‘You shouldn’t lie, you’ll get into trouble and hurt people’
- Son: ‘I hate lying’
- Me: ‘Was that a lie’
- Son: ‘HAHAHAHAHAHA YES’.
Notes from a small Life 