Friday, January 7, 2011

My Child Is A Freak

My son just got home from school and asked if I would please cook some broccoli and carrots for him.

I had to ask, "Who are you, and what the hell have you done with my son?!"

5 comments:

Tom said...

That's pretty cool. That reminds me of my 4 year old who kept sneaking out to the garden to pick and eat peas last summer. What's wrong with kids these days?

Silliyak said...

Have him try the uncooked trimmed stalks, delicious!

SkylersDad said...

When I was young I loved carrots, but it took until I was an adult to like Broccoli.

LOLA said...

I like nothing better than a freakish child. Because they come in small packages they aren't yet as annoying as freakish adults. They're usually very intelligent -- the freakish children that is, not the adults. They are dolts. The good news is that the freakish child usually does not grow up to be a freakish adult. Freakish adults are nasty and mean as children. I know this based on strictly controlled experimentation and scientific observation.

Infinities of love to all freakish children,
Lola, Who Now Declares Herself a Behavioral Scientist

Louise | Italy said...

That's hilarious. I think I'd drop down in a dead faint if my son did the same thing!