Our middle man, E, says things sometimes that make me just look at him and wonder where in the heck he came from. Take for instance, today, which was a repeat of a few weeks ago when we had the exact same conversation. And thank God he brought it up again…my husband hadn’t heard this one yet. To hear it from the horse’s mouth–well, it’s classic stuff. As the saying often goes: I couldn’t make this up if I tried.
“Ewww, gross, he has a big, yellow ball of ear wack in his ear.” (E, speaking of his baby brother)
“It’s ear WAX, E, how many times do I have to tell you that? It’s not wack–it’s wax. With an x. It’s how it’s spelled.” (me … constantly trying to explain grammar, spelling and punctuation to a just-turned-5-year-old, and getting frustrated when he doesn’t get it. Brilliant on my part.)
“No it isn’t, mom. It’s a piece of wack. Look, there’s only one piece.”