Space Cat
As we drove to Hollywood on Sunday night, to meet my aunt, uncle, and cousin Sarah for dinner, Regina and I noticed that Elijah had gone quiet. We looked into the back seat. He sat there, eyes turned upward, gently humming to himself. After a few minutes, we heard.
"Heh heh heh."
"He's cracking himself up," Regina said.
"Space cat," Elijah said.
We knew exactly what he was talking about, for some reason.
"Tell us about the space cat, Elijah," I said. "Does he have an origin story?"
"He fights diarrhea on the mouse planet," said the boy.
"Elijah," said his mommy, "you are one cool kid."
"Space Cat eats Poo Poo Nuts," he said.
"Stop talking nonsense," I said. "Everyone knows there aren't Poo Poo Nuts in space."
"OK," he said. "But Hot Man fights Dr. Boney on the tallest mountain in the whole world, because he is big and strong."
"If you say so, son."
Comments
As my model for fatherhood, please advise how often is too often when it comes to the phrase "Stop talking nonsense."
Posted by: troy | July 18, 2006 7:37 AM
Never, if it's said with some irony.
Posted by: Neal Pollack | July 18, 2006 8:32 AM
离心风机
Posted by: 离心风机 | July 19, 2006 1:23 AM
When things like this happen, is your first thought often, "Oh man, I gotta post this on my blog!"
Posted by: Eliot | July 19, 2006 9:02 PM
Neal, you flaming moron. There are too Poo Poo Nuts in space. Prove me wrong.
On to Victory, Elijah!
Posted by: Helmut | July 21, 2006 5:46 PM
Eddie800 http://frogger.com/bns
Posted by: Porucznik Borewiczbns | August 17, 2006 12:35 PM
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Posted by: Karlikurod1 | September 13, 2006 6:35 PM