Here's a note my husband posted on his facebook, which I just had to pass along. Our son Gabriel (4) is a cute li'l guy, but he asks a lot of questions. Most of them, we're convinced, he asks just because he's trying to be cute or silly or just trying to see how many we will answer before telling him to can it.
Today we had grape juice with supper. After the whole family had thoroughly discussed the grape juice and its anti-oxidants and whatever other healthy properties the grape juice offered, Gabriel, in typical Gabriel fashion, pointed to the grape juice and asked, "What dat?"
He was either not listening, or he was trying to get a rise out of Jim. Two can play that game.
"Horse blood," Jim answered (expecting to turn the tables on the wee lad), "want some?"
"Yeah!" Oh, the glee in his expression was priceless. (Jim loves to say things like that. Honestly, I think he really thought it was horse blood and wanted to try it!)
So Jim poured him some grape juice, and he loved it.
There was a little grape juice left in the pitcher near the end of the meal, so Gabriel asks, "Daddy, me hab mo horse blood, please?"
It was very cute, and he remembered to be polite too! But Jim decided that he must have been listening that last time, so he explained (before word got out that Jim makes our kids drink horse blood!) that it wasn't really horse blood, it was just grape juice.
He drank the grape juice, and he loved it all the same.
Then he asks, "Daddy, you shoot him?"
Hmmm, is this kid listening or not?!
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