~Knee Injury Conversations~

As I was picking Eamon up from after-school-care yesterday, he was looking pretty distraught...

Me: "Honey, what's wrong?"

Eamon: <pathetic sniffly voice> "I fell and scraped my knee."

Me: "Oh, well, I see a couple of band-aids on it so I'm sure it will be fine."

Eamon: <really pathetic sniffly voice> "It just hurts so much that <sob!> I think I'm going to have to walk different from now on!" <mild wail>

Me: <looking under multiple band-aids> "Honey, the skin isn't even broken."

Eamon: "Oh."

************Five Minutes Later************

Me: <watching him run around the yard w/ careless abandon> "I see your knee is feeling better?"

Eamon: "Yeah, I took the band-aids off. They were what made it hurt."

Ah, yes, those dangerous pain-inflicting band-aids... ;)

~Morning Chores Conversation~

<As we were getting ready to head out to the car before school>

Me: "Eamon, can you put the dogs up so we can leave?"

Eamon: "Sure.  If you can hold my swords."

Me: "Wha...?! Ok, whatever."

(And despite the fact that the swords were of the foam variety, they still inflicted a slow painful death upon the ironing board before we made it out the door...)

~ There's Gold in Them Thar' Safety Pins! ~

<As I was prepping clothing for a recent consignment sale, safety pins were scattered on the floor around me, leading to the following conversation>

Eamon: "Mommy, look!  Gold safety pins! Can I have them to put in my piggy bank?"

Me: "Uh, I guess so but why do you want to do that?

Eamon: "They're gold!  I'm going save them so we can go to London one day!"

Me: "Honey, they're not worth anything b/c they're not real gold."

Eamon: "Well, I think they are so I'm putting them in my piggy bank."

***** LATER*****

Eamon: "Daddy, look at the gold safety pins mommy gave me!  I'm saving them in my piggy bank for London."

Mark: "Buddy, those aren't made of real gold."

Eamon: "Oh, ok."  

~The Continuing Saga of the Recorder Conversation~

Me: <after trying to have a conversation over recorder music> "Ooh, Eamon, why don't you go play your recorder outside for Max & Ziggy! You can be the pied piper of the dogs! They'll love it!"

Me: <after he came back inside> "So did they like your music?"

Eamon: "Well, they didn't clap..."

~Recorder Conversation Pt. 2~

Eamon: "This is so cool that I have TWO instruments now!"

Me: <half joking> "Maybe you could learn to play them at the same time?"

Eamon: "How could I play the drums and the recorder at the same time? B/c I need two hands for both of them. Oh, I know! I'll build two mechanical arms and attach them to my spine and use them to play one of the instruments! I just need to figure out how to build the mechanical arms..."

Me: "Or I was gonna' say that you could just use your feet to work the foot pedal and your hands for the recorder..."

Eamon: "Nah, I'll just build the mechanical arms."

~Conversation Concerning Eamon's New Recorder~

<Background: The bad news was that  Eamon was given a recorder (the musical instrument) while at my office today and insisted on playing it as much and as loudly as possible for the last 2+ hours of the work day.

The good news was that as much as he's been banging it on every hard surface he can find, dropping it, and poking it into shrubbery, it shouldn't last longer than a day or two!>

Eamon: <after a long-winded performance in the car> "Wasn't that good, mom?"

Me: "Uh, well, I think it was really good for someone who's never played the recorder before. And you'll get better w/ practice. And maybe we can find recorder playing instructions online..."

Eamon: "But I don't NEED to practice b/c I'm already really good."

Imagine 45 minutes of this...

~St. Patrick's Day Conversation Between Father & Son~

Eamon: "Dad, why are you wearing a skirt?"

 Mark: "It's not a skirt, son, it's a kilt. When you're older, I'll buy you one too b/c they're very manly."

 Eamon: "No, they're really not." ;)