Connor came out of his room with an arm full of toy cars with missing wheels.
"Mommy, these cars are junk. They can't be fixed."
"What did you do to them?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing. They just came off by themselves. I took the wheels off because they are junk. They need to go to the junk yard. They can't be fixed."
He continued.
"All of these wheels are junk. I can't get them off." (Pulling at the wheels.) "I can't get them off. They're junk." (More pulling at the wheels.)
"Mommy, can you pull them off? I can't get them off. I need to get them off because they're junk."
OMG!! I don't want to take the blame for this but I know how this started...
ReplyDeleteWe were watching a movie the other night (Fly Me to the Moon) and the main characters (yep, you guessed it, flys) lived in a junkyard. One of the flys said something about the junkyard and Connor asked, "Why is that a junkyard?" I told him that a junkyard was where they put old cars and stuff that was broken and couldn't be fixed.
UGH! Children!!