This is one of my favorites not because it’s written exceptionally well (it’s really not), but because every time I read it, I remember this conversation and how funny it was.
My son may not appreciate me sharing this with my own small section of the internet, but, well…we’ll deal with that if it happens.
In the meantime, enjoy this conversation with the five-year-old Kid.
Originally posted on April 2, 2006
I have discovered that the Kid will be an awesome blogger as he gets older. He never stops talking. It’s like this constant stream of random, five-year-old consciousness coming from him. When it’s not inane questions about things (why, why, why…?) then it’s not-so-educated discourse on where sneezes come from, who I’m going to get married to, and how he can now snap his fingers. So I’m driving him today to go meet up with his dad, and the entire 40 minute drive goes like this…