Wednesday, February 3, 2010

From the Mouths of Babes

Calvin's Mother's Morning Out class has been doing assignments wherein each child must bring 3 items to class that start with a certain letter of the alphabet. This week is the letter "D." We started discussing possible things he could bring and the conversation went like this:

Calvin (3 1/2): How 'bout a dog?

Me: That sounds good.

Calvin: Or a dead bug.

Me: Hmm...I don't know about that.

Calvin: A dead person?

Me: (Chuckling) I don't think a dead person would fit in your bag!

Calvin: A dead baby would.

....Man, I hope my poor kid isn't going to be psychologically damaged because of losing his little sister or because of how I'm handling things.


  1. Oh shoot. The dead bug sounds like a pretty good option now!

  2. Oh Rebecca, I could tell you stories....when we lost Calvin, our oldest daughter was three. She would run through the house shrieking at the top of her lungs, Calvin died, Calvin died....It was awful. Everytime we tried to go out for dinner, she would inform some unsuspecting diner at an adjacent table that "Calvin died..." It's so sad that at that age, they get it but they don't.