Today Winter3 ran up to me begging for a banjo. Mmhmm, a banjo. As in "Mommy, I neeeeeeeeed a banjo." I confirmed, "A banjo?" He confirmed, "Yes! A banjo!" My first thought was that there's too much noise and activity surrounding me daily and the last thing I needed was to introduce more musical instruments into the house. {Summer10 will be learning the recorder at school this year, heaven help me.}
My second thought was "Wait a minute! Since when does anyone ask for a banjo in a desperate, pleading way?"
So I asked the million dollar question, "Winter3 why do you neeeeeed a banjo." He replied, "For my knee. I hurt mahself." I went off to fetch the bandaids and life made sense again. I told him, "Poor guy, you need a bandaid for your knee." He said, "Yes, a bandaid" like I was the one with problems.
Not five minutes later, he proudly showed me his knee and exclaimed, "I have a banjo on my knee!"
I might as well agree.
Hi Steph - I love your blog and the stories about your boys -- this is too funny, the words they 'hear' (makes you wonder where he heard that oldie but goodie!)
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What about "Oh, Susannah, oh don't you cry for me. Cause I'm going to Louisiana with a banjo on my knee!"
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