Friday, October 17, 2008

WHOA! WHOA! Whoa, there, buddy...

(photo of O as he woke up the other morning...completely upside-down)

My four-year-old son informed me today on the way home from school that he was getting married in the park tomorrow to his current preschool girlfriend, who shall remain nameless. I am certain she is a lovely little girl...but jeez! He's four. (And a quarter, as he would add.) Not to mention a proper wedding requires a bit of planning.

So I also bring his little bud home, as we carpool. So his pal asks, "where are you going to live?"

And he repeats our address. So I say, "Wait, you and '___' are going to live with us?"

"No!" he says, with a giant grin on his face. "California!"



Kwana said...

Oh No! It's way too early for this kind of trouble. At least they are moving out of State. Nice.

pve design said...

please don't tell me she is pregnant.
slow down please, you are way to young to be a grandma.