July 18, 2012

Turning Dangerously Five

James:  Mommy, when I turn five can I have a birthday party?
Me:       Of course, where do you want to have the party?
James:  I was thinking of the dangerous zoo.
Me:       Oh, I don't know about that. How about at Monkey Joe's?
James:  Oh, sure. Can I invite Joe?
Me:       Monkey Joe?
James:  No, Painter Joe.

[Painter Joe is the dude who paints our house].



Me:       Well, I guess we can invite Painter Joe.
James:  Oh good.  And I want dangerous toys, too, okay? For when I turn five? Like a dangerous bear with claws and a cat with ears.
Me:       What is dangerous about a cat with ears----
James:   Oh and I want a pet puppy.  Oh, wait, I can't have a puppy. You're allergic.  I'll just have a toy cat with ears and a dangerous puppy toy.
Me:       Aw.  Buddy, I'm sorry I'm allergic.
James:  That's okay. It's not your fault. Allergies are dangerous.
Me:       Yes, they are.
James:   I can't wait to be five.  And then six.
Me:       Me too, buddy. 

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