Our car conversations have become stuff of lore. Today was no exception. I had to take the boy back to the Doc for the 4th time in three months for a knee injury this time. It was after school and he was starving, so he asked for McDonald's. We head to the Drive Thru and he tells me he wants that chicken sandwich with a maxi. "A maxi?" I say. I then went on to tell him that a maxi in this country is typically a feminine napkin or hygiene product. His face dropped, then he said I will not ask for my maxi anymore.(Maxi is a large size for a combo meal in Germany). He took it in stride and started inhaling his food. During the inhalation, I was saying something and out of nowhere he comes out with "Eating makes me busy, and I am busy right now." Wow! How does one respond to this statement? Well, with me, I fell to pieces.
We leave the Doc's office and start talking about cereal. He says he likes the chocolate balls. Am I four years old? I lose it again. It doesn't take much once I am on a roll. He then goes on to ask me why everything he says has to do with them, as he points to there. He says" I like nuts, that means there", he then says "in Germany we refer to them as "eggs". At this point I am not breathing, and trying desperately not to crash the car.
We get to the grocery store and he asks for his "smacks" which is Honey Smacks to you and me. I brought a box home the other day because I had a hankering for them. He ate the box. So, we pick up a box and he informs me that I am allowed to have some. Thanks kid, that's awfully kind of ya.


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