Sunday, November 30, 2014

Deep Thoughts, Chapter 7


Shit...ake mushroom.
Mom, we don't say shiitake mushroom. It's not nice.
Actually shiitake mushroom is okay to say. But sometimes when I say it, it means something else, which isn't so nice.

Let's have ice cream for lunch. (said cousin H)
We don't do ice cream for lunch. As long as we've known each other, have I ever given you ice cream for lunch?
Mom, we could try it.

Mom, you see my eyes? There's no tears in them. I'm not crying.

I'm wheel swallowing.
What's "wheel swallowing"?
Wheel Swallowing. (with circular lip movement)
Yeah I get that. What is it?
W-H-E-E-L  S-W-A-L-L-O-W-I-N-G.
Gotcha. What is it?
Say it with me; "Wheel."
Wheel.
"Swallowing."
Swallowing.
Wheel Swallowing.
mmm kkkkk.

Woken up one morning to this: Mom, can I ask you something? How do lion's fly?
My Answer: They put on little helmets and climb in a plane and turn on the ignition...
D's Answer at the breakfast table the following morning: I don't think lion's fly.