Oh, to have the imagination of a 4 year old again.
On the way to summer camp this morning, Ethan and I had the following conversation (I'll try my best to remember it all....):
I just called my mom to ask her to remind me to write a check to my dad this afternoon when we got home. As soon as I hung up,
Ethan asked: Is Grandpa behind us?
Me: No, honey. I was just asking Grandma to write me a note so that I could remember to write a check to Grandpa.
Ethan: A check? (insert my thoughts here: Oh, boy. This is going to be interesting).
Me: Yes, a check for money.
Ethan: What's a check?
Me: It's for money. Mommy owed Grandpa some money and so I'm going to pay him back.
Ethan: How do you get the money?
Me: Well, we have a checking account at the bank where our money is kept and when we need money we write checks or we use our debit card. (at this point I'm wondering why I have decided to keep answering these questions).
Ethan: (for the sake of time and space....he basically asked me about money, how do we get money, from having jobs, etc.).
Me: Mommy and daddy both have jobs and we make money that way.
Ethan: Well, I have lots of jobs.
Me: Oh, really. What do you do?
Ethan: I rescue balls and kids and babies.
Me: Oh, wow. Do you rescue Reese?
Ethan: Oh, no. I rescue other babies. And then I put them in the bank where they will be safe and my monster friends will take care of them.
Me: Oh, your monster friends? Who are they?
Ethan: Well, they are kind of scary sometimes but they don't scare you or daddy or Reese.
Me: Oh, but they scare you?
Ethan: Um, yeah. But sometimes they are nice. I have 4 monster friends. They are Tom, Bloop-Bloop, Jerry and my Tree Friend. (I'm not making this up people.....).
Me: Oh. Are your monster friends a cat and mouse like Tom and Jerry on TV?
Ethan: Oh, no. Mom, they are MONSTER friends. UGGGGHHGHH. (A loud sigh from the back seat).
Me: Oh, sorry.
Ethan: Sometimes my monster friends are good and sometimes they are bad. Then I get rid of them. So now I only have one monster friend.....Jerry. He helps me take care of the babies.
The End.
Oh, how I love this kid.
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