Monday, November 25, 2013

She can't find her....meatballs?

I'm still pounding away at the keyboard, working on what Anne LaMott calls the "shi##y first draft." But I  stopped long enough to share an amusing conversation I had with an adorable, pudgy little round-faced first grader today...

Me: Hey Andrew, how was your weekend?

Andrew: Good.

Me: What'd you do?

Andrew: I don't member.

Me: I went out to dinner with my husband for my favorite food; spaghetti and meatballs. It was delicious.

Andrew: My mom don't got that. She keeps lookin' everywhere, but she can't find one.

Me (a bit perplexed): She can't find meatballs?

Andrew: Nope. Husbands. She keeps lookin' but they're hard to find.

Me: That's true Andrew. Guess you'll just have to be the man of the house.

Andrew: I'm not a man. I'm only six!

Silly me!

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6 comments:

  1. awwww, kinda sad, kinda funny! Can't find my meatballs!

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  2. Sad smiles from here. Six is too young for such wisdom.

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  3. I never thought about this as sad... I should've told you that this boy is a lovely, well adjusted little fellow with a very sweet and caring mommy. I'm sure she's being very selective in her husband hunting. :)

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  4. Love that little kids are so honest and literal. Made me smile.

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  5. I have so many of these cute quips, but Art Linkletter beat me to the book. This is too cute.

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