Just yesterday, Edward and I had one of ‘those’ conversations. One that, I think, he was pretty sure was a HUGE lecture. Probably one that lots and lots of wives have had with their husbands. Or not. I mean, I am married to Edward and he is a huge pain in my ass.
But they all are, aren’t they?
Anyways, I came back from the March for Babies in downtown Orlando to a happy home. Vince was full of appetite and life. Edward was cheerful and non-sleep-deprived. The dog was walked. Everyone was terribly happy.
“Vincent, would you like another cup of booger poo-poo milk?” asked Edward, oh so politely.
“NOOOO! I no like booger poo-poo milk”, Vince responded in a manner that indicated that he had been asked this question before.
And why would I even be a little surprised by this. Edward teaches him all sorts of ridiculous things, things which usually result in ‘looks’ from me. ‘Looks’ that I am pretty sure that Edward has learned to ignore.
Because he still teaches him ridiculous things.
So back to yesterday….
“Please, please. Can you teach him English?? Please?”, I asked, while most likely making a face, which means I was trying to not make a face. Which is another face entirely.
“I will teach him anything I want to!”, he proclaimed proud and firmly, “It’s my fatherly right.”
I rolled my eyes. Men. Whatever. This was just a pointless argument waiting to start. This was something I was going to leave alone for the time being.
Or, at least I thought I was going to…
Later that day, Vince and I hit up the grocery store. We were running low on Vincent snacks among other things. Needed some fruit, stuff for dinner, some milk.
We hit up the dairy section and I reached into the case to grab a couple of litres of milk.
“Mummy! Mummy Mummy Mummy! I no like booger poo-poo milk!”, Vince sing-songed while I was reaching.
“Booger Poo-poo! BOOGER! Poo! POO!!” he proclaimed, “BOOGER POO POO BOOGER BOOGER POO! POO! BOOGER! POO POO POO POO!”
And as we rolled through the aisles, he continued to shout this out at varying levels of loudness.
Finally I called Edward. “Thanks honey. Thanks”.
“What?!?!” he replied bewilderingly. But he knew. Oh, he knew. And then I made him listen. Listen as his son sang the most ridiculous song about boogers and poopoo at the top of his lungs while I pushed him around the grocery store.
That Bastard who then apologized to me profusely. And then promised to be more conscientious of what he talked about with Vince. You honestly would think an English teacher would have better sense. Right?
Clearly I have married a crazy person.
5 responses to “Inappropriate English”
Funny story. I’ve had bad times in the grocery store with my daughter making a scene, but never about booger poo-poo milk. That just reminds us we always have to be careful what we say around the kids. Their minds are like little sponges, soaking everything up. You must be a strong woman.
It really was such a treat to cruise the store with V shouting that out. My husband, of course, is now denying everything and anything that comes out of V’s mouth. I swear I am just completely impervious to any of this now! 🙂 Thanks for checking out my blog!
This made me smile. Even if it is inappropriate 🙂
Totally inappropriate 😉 It was really hard to not smile while we were free-wheeling around the store….
Mmmmhmmm….at least not the “h little j princess”!
Close, I know…but, no cigar!!
But…why are we even having this chat??? Grrrrrr