London Bridge is falling down... my fair lady.

[persephone33]

 Here's this week's cute kid story:

So we're all in the car, going out to dinner (On the Border.  It was meh).   And Ethan is nattering on in the backseat; if you've been around a seven year old for any period of time, they really never shut up.  It's a neverending stream of chatter.  I try to listen, I do, but I can't help but tune out and tag in Nolan, sometimes.  Last night was one of those times.  I gave Nolan the "Tag, you're it" look and sat looking out the window, lost in my own thoughts (which probably had something to do with Cormac McLaggen in a toga, sadly).  Anyway, I caught the tail end of their conversation.

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Ethan.  (like a chipmunk on crack) Chatter chatter chatter, London Bridge, Chater chatter, learning in school, chatter, chatter.

Nolan.  Do you know where London Bridge is?

Ethan.  (in triumph)  London!

Nolan.  Nope, it's in Arizona.

(Everyone in the car stops and looks at him, in disbelief.  Everything that comes out of my husband's mouth is a joke, so we all thought this was, too.)

Ethan.  Nuh-uh.

Nolan.  Yes, it is.  In the sixties, the bridge couldn't handle the traffic over the river, and it started falling apart, so they shipped it to Arizona.

Ethan.  No.  That's not right.  Ask Mommy.  She's smarter than you.

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Burn.  And apparently not, because when I got home, I Googled "London Bridge".  

I may not be the smartest, anymore.  Not that I'll tell anyone that.

Comments

[dragonsangel68.livejournal.com]

Ethan doesn't need to know that, not when he already thinks you're smarter than daddy ;)

[persephone33.livejournal.com]

I laughed out loud at that. Probably not the smartest move I've ever made.