um,no 

10yo [crawling on the carpet with a pom pom on a stick sticking out of the top of her shorts]: look, I’m  a fancy umbrella drink.  slurp me.

me: um, no.

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dinner with a side of  creepiness 

7yo [sniffing my arm]: I’m smelling your DNA [this sounds eerily familiar].  you smell like…. light bulbs.

me:….

7yo [turning to 10yo]: and you smell like….a cup.

10yo: [frowns] a paper,plastic, or Styrofoam cup?

7yo:  a metal cup.  actually a metal looking cup made out of…..flesh.

10yo:  [mouths help me]

me:  so much for keeping my dinner down