Goose is in kindergarten.
Goose: Guess what? Jakob said he’d rather die than marry me.
Mom: Why’d he say that?
Goose: I asked him.
Mom: To marry you?
Goose: No, I said would you rather marry me or die, and he said die. I don’t think he likes me.
She’s always been remarkably intuitive.
Goose: I know this is weird, but sometimes I wish my arm was broken.
Mom: Why would you wish that?
Goose: I dunno. Maybe because Lauren broke her arm once and she’s cool.
Mom: But it hurts to break your arm. A lot.
Goose: Well, then I wish you could break your arm without it hurting.
Her logic and problem solving skills are mind-boggling.
Goose: You know what? Someone had an accident on the bus today.
Mom: You mean they wet their pants?
Goose: Yep.
Mom: Were they embarrassed?
Goose: No, they just really had to go.
Of course, how silly of me.
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March 28, 2008 at 2:20 pm
cheryl
I love this! Your Goose sounds just like my #2. Too funny…
March 29, 2008 at 8:33 am
madhousewife
That’s why kindergarten is awesome. You wet your pants, and everyone forgives. First grade is a whole other story.
I used to wish I could break my arm so I could have a cast and everyone would sign it. Now, of course, I realize that wearing a cast would be extremely irritating. Plus there’s the problem of the hurting. As you know, I don’t like to be hurt.
March 31, 2008 at 12:24 pm
Susan M
So cute! You’ll be glad later you recorded this stuff.
April 1, 2008 at 7:30 pm
Jamie J
These are great conversations! I love your commentary too…