Of my kids, Dubya is by far the more sensible of the two. He doesn’t throw fits when I tell him I love him. He doesn’t shriek, “Stop saying those things to me!” when I tell him that he is a good kid. He is logical, seldom throws tantrums, and is quite intelligent. I am often told that he is like a ‘little 80 year old man’.
No one knows this better than I, but sometimes…sometimes, he really throws me for a loop. A few nights ago, Hollywood Boyfriend Jeremy Renner was in the kitchen, tending to his domestic duties, while the kids and I lounged about in our living room. We were not doing, watching, saying, or reading anything that could have remotely triggered Dubya’s question to me: So Mom, do prunes make it easier for people to poop?
Me: Yes. (Thinking to myself: uhhh, really? What? Where did this come from? We haven’t been around old people. We don’t even like old people.)
Not one to let this go, Dubya continues: And so people eat prunes to poop?
Me: Yes. (Seriously, dude, did you just channel your inner Ed Asner?)
And again, Dubya asks: So if someone really needed to poop, but was having a hard time going, they could just eat prunes?
Me: YES, DUBYA YES. (How many ways are there to ask if prunes make you poop?)
And not wanting to be left out, Moo Cow proudly proclaims: I HAVE TO POOP.
And this is standard conversation with Dubs. He questions things that most six year old boys would never even give a passing thought. Heck, he questions things that I never even give a passing thought.
And with a face as cute as this, & a knowledge base beyond his years, I just know that this kid is gonna rule the world one day.
