"What kind of bug was that?" he asked.
"It was a bug bug." I said. Because it was, you know. A bug bug.
"No, I mean... what species was it."
What species? Are you fucking kidding me? You're FIVE. How the hell do you know what a species is; I don't even know what a fucking species is!
"Oh, uh......." I say. "I don't know, a fly?"
He bought it. Phew! Until next time...
3 comments:
Nice. Sounds like my Spencer and child #2 have a lot in common.
Thanks for following. Love your bio. I can definitely get behind rambling incoherently and cursing. They're two things I hold close to my heart.
Ahhh, the joys of parenting on the spectrum! I know it all too well!
One day my daughter wanted to know what this large fuzzy brightly colored ant was. So we looked it up online and found out it was a "Velvet Ant". The Velvet Ant is not actually an ant but in fact is a wasp. A wasp with a very poisonous sting that once was nick named "the cow killer ant". Frankly, I am really glad we looked it up together, it was fun and I learned something.
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