Conversation on the way to swim class last night:
PB: Look, Mama, your cherry tree is blooming!
LG: Does is grow poison cherries?
MB: Really, Disney? I'm not the princess, so clearly I must be the wicked step mother trying to ruin everything beautiful in the world.
MB: Watch it, your options are handsome prince or doddering old fool.
PB: Doddering old fool it is.
MB: Or I guess washed up hero. A few fathers were washed up heroes.
PB: Doddering old fool it is. Washed up hero implies that at one time I was a strapping young hero rescuing princesses.
MB: Yeah. But at least you're my old fool, right?
Conversation after PB proceed to chase a collie down the street from the ice cream stand last night (long story, collie slipped leash, causing owner to stumble and fall- and on and on)
PB: I learned something tonight.
MB: What's that?
PB: I'm faster than a middle aged man trying to chase his collie down the street, but not quite as fast as a collie trying to run away from his middle aged owner.
MB: Well, at least there's the ice cream, right?
And, to my credit, I only took maintenance licks of his cone while he was gone. It was still mostly waiting for him upon his return.
Have a good weekend everyone.