Yesterday...
Brock: Mom, what happens when Hell hits your head?
Me: ..Whaaaa...???
Brock: What happens when Hell hits your head?
Me: Um, I'm not really sure what you're asking, Brock. When... what? hits your head?
Brock: You know. (making hand gestures, repeatedly touching the crown of his head with his fingers pinched together) When Hell hits you with those little white dots.
Me: (finally realizing I really shouldn't take every sound of words my kids say at face value) OH! You mean when HAIL hits you?
Brock: Yeah. (Like, duh, that's what I've said three times now.) What is it made of?
Me: (explanation of what hail is)
Brock: So, is it bad? What happens?
Me: No, it just hurts a lot if you're outside and it lands on you.
So glad he was asking about weather!
3 comments:
So funny! He is quite the character.
That is the cutest story. I'm excited you've been posting more lately. Keep it up! I just can't get enough; I just can't get enough...*dorky eighties dancing*
That's funny. Ally's teacher was just saying to me at the FAME thing the mom who was teaching the first grade was telling a story about a whale and she kept pronouncing it "well" and the kids were confused and didn't know what she was talking about. Funny how one little sound can change the meaning of a lot of things!
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