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August 11, 2010

Therapy fund

James is a kid who is perpetually worried, whether it's time for bed and the monsters might get him while he's upstairs alone or it's time to get up and face the breakfast table.

This morning, in a typical busy mom moment, I absent mindedly said "yes" to some question he asked me, brows knit in anxiety.

Later, I found out that I had said "yes" to "Do pineapples rock?" when he asked me a second time. I took the pineapple from the counter and put it on the table, showing him that the bottom of the pineapple is not even so when I first set it down, it rocks. He drew back in fear, pulling his plate and cup off the table to get as far from this fearsome fruit as possible. Totally confused, I tried over and over to explain how a pineapple rocks, putting it closer and closer to him, but his terror was palpable as he stared wide eyed at the bromeliad's bottom.

Because the real question was, "Do pineapples WALK?"

5 comments:

Jennifer Gregory Miller said...

Too funny! Don't you love how he hangs on to your words instead of questions? It's a mixed bag here -- I'm starting to get questioned. ;-)

Maryan said...

LOL!!!! Good belly laugh!
Okay... 1. I'm not sure if I believe you misunderstood him. I wouldn't put it past you that you wanted to play with his paranoia!! ;)
And 2. "Bromeliad"???? Once again proving that your handle of our English language is way above mine. I'm so not playin you in Scrabble.

Anonymous said...

HAHAHHAHA! Thanks for sharing!! :)

Fuzzy said...

That is so cute. So glad I found your blog, and I can keep up with your beautiful family!

Michelle said...

Bill was trying to tell me something as I was reading this...now he's mad at me for guffawing instead of listening...