Showing posts with label conversations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conversations. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

I guess it depends on your definition of "washed up."

So, one of the teachers in the preschool where I'm working went to a George Michael concert on Sunday. She's been talking about it ever since.

Parent, to the George Michael Fan: I don't know why you wasted your time going to that concert. George Michael is just a washed-up singer.

Three-Year-Old: No he's not! He's a VERY DIRTY singer!

Monday, May 26, 2008

I'm too old. . .

Five-Year-Old: Abbie, What are you going to be when you grow up?

Me: That's a good question. What do you think I should be when I grow up?

Five-Year-Old: A botanist. [NOTE: Her mother and I were just talking about her aunt, who's a botanist]

Her Three-Year-Old Brother: A teenager.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Psych People Being Irreverent

"Did you know that elephants get PTSD?"
"How is that possible?"
"Well, you know, they have really good memories, so if some poacher killed their mommy when they were a baby, it would stay with them for a really long time! How awful."
"I can see it now: Dumbo II: The Psych Ward."

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

"I have to tell you, there's an event around which we have to plan our spring."
"Mom. Breathe. What is it?"
"The Sex and the City Movie is coming out!"
"When is it?"
"May. You may have to skip exams."

My mother's seen every episode of Sex and the City. My friends all love the show. Hell, my BOYFRIEND loves the show.
Me? It's good and all, but whatevs.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Hmmm.

Manoli: "No! It's true! Greek mothers want their sons to have lots of fun!"

Abbie: "And they want their daughters to have lots of babies?"

Manoli: "EXACTLY!"