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Umm…What?!

Two quick and funny stories from the boys this week…

First - we all were sitting at the table having supper one evening when Nicholas piped-up from his bowl of chili:

“Mommy, can Barack Obama drive a Gator?”

Umm…what?!

After choking back a mouthful of my meal, I replied. “I guess that Barack Obama could drive a Gator if he wanted to.” He’s the President of the United States after all. I figure he can pretty much do whatever he wants to do. 

“Oh,” pondered my three-year-old, “Where would he drive his Gator?”

“Well, he could drive it on the lawn of the White House.” I pictured the President riding the green, four-wheeled John Deere across pristine grass with secret service following closely behind on Gators of their own.

“Umm, Nicholas,” I said. “Do you know who Barack Obama is?”

Nicholas thought for a moment, “Nope.”

“Nicholas,” chimed-in the smarty-pants across the table, “He’s the President of America.”

“Ok,” replied Nicholas, clearly not interested in who Barack Obama is, so long as the he – the President - can drive a Gator.

Pierre then asked the boys if they knew who is Prime Minister of Canada. This led to a whole conversation between Ben and his Papa about what a Prime Minister is. Nicholas, for his part, went back to finishing his supper obviously not caring if the Prime Minister can drive a Gator on Parliament Hill.

And second - a few nights ago Benjamin woke up crying around three in the morning. Ugh. I feigned unconsciousness while Pierre got up, and headed sleepily to Ben’s room. A few minutes later, Pierre was back in bed, and Ben was quiet again.

“What was wrong?” I asked.

“He wanted to know what the word hydrated means,” Pierre replied.

Seriously?

When Pierre and I asked Benjamin about it that night at dinner, Ben explained: “I was upset because I couldn't remember what hydrated means.”

“Where did you hear that word?” I asked.

“Papa said it to you, Mommy.”

I wracked my brain to remember the conversation that Ben had overheard.

“Maybe when you had a headache?” Pierre suggested.

Right.

For the past two weeks, I had had a nagging headache. Turns out it was a sinus and inner-ear infection, but Pierre had asked me often if I was drinking enough, water that is; if I was staying hydrated. Turns out, my inquisitive (what a nice word for nosy) oldest had overheard the word, folding it into the unfathomable recesses of his brain, only to have it wake him (and us!) in the wee-hours of the morning.

Good grief. 

Honestly, I cannot make this stuff up.

xo Naomi

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