Last weekend, as we get into the car to run yet more errands for our home renovation (furniture hunting walks a fine line between heaven and hell, heaven when we find the perfect piece and hell when this perfect piece is nowhere to be found).
E pipes up: Are we going to a speshol station?
Me: Um, no not really. We're not going anywhere special, just getting some errands done.
E: No, are we going to a speshol station where I can get the Lego toy car?
Ohhh, he meant 'petrol station'! The F1 is in town, today is the last day of the races, and the petrol station was running a promotion where buying $60 of petrol allows you to buy a Lego replica of the F1 racing cars.
The husband had bought one of the Lego cars when he last filled up the tank and E remembered.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 15, 2014
What's In a Name?
E and I were having our usual pre-bedtime conversation and this came up.
E: Mama, why is my name E?
I blathered on about how daddy E and I gave a lot of thought on what name to give him before he was born and we thought that E was a very nice name and that's why we chose it etc and so on.
E: Well, you should have named me 'David'. I like that name.
Me: If you like, you could apply to change your name when you grow up.
E: Okay. I'm sleepy now, good night mama!
E: Mama, why is my name E?
I blathered on about how daddy E and I gave a lot of thought on what name to give him before he was born and we thought that E was a very nice name and that's why we chose it etc and so on.
E: Well, you should have named me 'David'. I like that name.
Me: If you like, you could apply to change your name when you grow up.
E: Okay. I'm sleepy now, good night mama!
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