Yesterday, in the car:Cass: Fleeing stones. Mom, what does that mean?
Me: FLYING stones, honey.
Cass: What does it MEAN?
Me: Rocks with wings.
Cass: What? Noo...
Rosey: Ooh, are they for me? Nana said you had to give me some.
*silence while I rack my brain*
Me: whoosy now?
Rosey: Remember Mama? Nana said you have to give me and Cass rocks with wings.
Me: Nana wha? When was this, R?
Rosey: When we were at dinner. Nana said you and Daddy both had to give us rocks with wings. So are those for me?
Cass: No, I saw them first.
Bear: Uh, Jess? What is she going on about?
and I thought and thought
and then remembered....
Me: ROOTS and WINGS*! ROOTS AND WINGS!
*silence*
Rosey: So where are they?
*"There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children.
One of these is roots, the other wings." Hodding Carter
14 comments:
Well thank goodness you were able to translate that!
That is TOO funny! (so, are you feeling you are blessed or cursed with kids who are literal!?)
It's funny, as I was clicking through to see the end of this post, I KNEW it was "Roots and Wings". I knew it.
Hee.
That is just precious. :)
Your kids have memories like steel traps. I find that always gets me in trouble. Neat story..
I like rocks with wings. LOL too cute.
Hey, I want rocks with wings! Or is it pigs that fly?
Hehe that's so cute!
Yeah, come on where are these rootsanwings things???
LOL!! Oh Rosey, that is awesome. If I ever find some rocks with wings, they are totally coming your way.
Too funny!
freaken funny!
Awww... that is adorable!!
That is great beauty right there. Roots and wings, indeed.
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