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Because That Would Hurt



T always says the most interesting things.

The other day we were in the car, driving to or from one of the boys' extracurricular activities, FM radio blasting, all of us bopping along to the music. When we reached our destination, I cut the engine and the music and we all made moves to get out of the car. Except for T. He sat in his booster, his eyes glazed over, staring straight ahead unblinking, brows furrowed-obviously deep in thought. "Yoo hoo," I said, waving my hand in front of his face. "Let's go, buddy." He blinked, looked at me, and came back to reality. As we were walking from the car, he looked up at me and said: "Mom? Whose face is she poking? And why is she?" I was puzzled. "What do you mean?" Then T said, "You know, the lady in the song. She keeps saying,"puh-puh-puh-poke her face! puh-puh-poke her face!" I stifled a giggle. He was talking about Lady Gaga's song "Poker Face" which we'd just heard in the car. "Oh, ummm...no sweetie. She's not saying "poke her face. What she's saying is "poker face," like in a game of poker." And I proceeded to explain the term "poker face."
"Oh yeah," he replied. "Because that would hurt."

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cvc said…
i love that li'l guy!!
March 26, 2011 at 12:01 PM
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