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Simple Kid

I know I have been a little remiss in my posting duties, please forgive me!  (As I am sure you can relate to how busy a time of year this becomes for us all!)  Here's a short, but sweet one:

So, yesterday I pick up my offspring from the daycare, just as I do every day after work, whether I want to or not.  (Most of the time I do want to - MOST of the time.)  Jake crawls into the car, and we begin our daily ritual - How was your day?  Fine.  Did you learn anything good today?  No.  What did you eat for lunch?  I don't remember.  Did you get into trouble?  (sheepish look)  Well did you?  A little.  Define "A little."

You get the drift.

Jake then asks about having a snack when he gets home.  I respond, "Sure!  How about some slimy goat boogers with spider hair sprinkled on top?"  (We're all about nutrition and being open to trying new things.  Ok, not really.)

"EWWWW!  Those are insects!"

"Some people eat insects, Jake."

"Yeah, but they are professionals."

You can understand my confusion as to why only professionals can eat insects.  And, is it ALL professionals, or only certain kinds?  And, what exactly, defines "professional" in the mind of a five-year-old boy?

I ask him, "Well, what ARE you?"

Now, if you've read any of my previous posts, you are probably thinking to yourself that I should never ask this child ANY kind of open-ended question.  Especially when operating a moving vehicle.

His dead-pan, no-nonsense reply: "I'm just a simple kid with simple needs." 

No, officer, I haven't been drinking - I was just laughing at my son.

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