Sunday, February 07, 2010

Adventures in Chauffeuring

For three days a few weeks ago I picked up my friends' nephew from school and took him to his playgroup or babysitter. Basically, I chauffeured him from one place to the next. He is a cute boy, and very bright. He is very talkative and inquisitive, and says some of the funniest, and sometimes adult-like, things at times. Here are some of the conversations I had with him.

Monday (driving down McCormick Blvd.)
Him: What speed are you going?
Me: Forty-four.
Him, a few minutes later: What speed are you going now?
Me: Forty-six.
Him: But the sign says forty.
Me: Ummm...Yeah. I, ummm, accidentally pressed too hard on the accelerator.
(He continued to ask me what speed I was going for the rest of the fifteen minute ride, and then told me what the actual speed limit was.)

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Tuesday (at the Dunkin Donuts drive-thru):
(I had turned on the windshield wipers to clean my window.)
Him: Why did you do that?
Me: My windshield was dirty so I had to clean it.
Him: Oh. Your wipers go like this. (He mimics the motion with his hands.)
Me: Yes, they do.
Him: Do all wipers go that way?
Me: I don't know. Maybe.
Him: Well, my Abba's wipers go the other way. (Mimics that too.)
Me: Oh, ok.
Him: Can you turn yours on again?
Me: No.
Him: Why?
Me: I don't need them anymore. My window is clean now.
Him: Oh, ok.

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Tuesday (on the way to the babysitter):
Him: What time is it?
Me: Twelve fifty-eight. Almost one o'clock.
Him: There is no one o'clock. It's a hundred.
Me: Yes, it looks like one hundred, but when you tell time, it's one o'clock.
Him: No, it's one hundred o'clock.
Me: No. There's one hundred, and one o'clock. When you learn to tell time it is one o'clock.
Him: Hmmmm....I'll have to talk to my mom about that and see.
Me: Ok. You do that.

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Wednesday (arriving at the playgroup, getting out of the car):
Him: Oy! I'm so tired!
Me: You are? Why?
Him: I barely slept at all last night!
Me, thinking, "Kid, you have no idea..."
Me: Oh, why was that?
Him: I don't know! I just didn't sleep and I'm so tired.
Me: Well, maybe you'll get a good night's sleep tonight.
Him: I hope so! I'm just so tired right now!


We had many more interesting and funny conversations, but unfortunately, that is all I remember. However, I am watching my three and half year old cousin for three weeks, of which two are left, so I will definitely be adding some stories from her.

3 comments:

Zuzanna said...

Nice kid :) Sometimes my little sister says something special, too.

Mari said...

Aw how cute. I love little kids. They always say the funniest things.

Abby said...

All I can really say is haha! He's the funniest! Earlier this week he was asking me about time and we were going through the hours like eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, etc. Then he went on counting and when he got to fourteen o'clock, I told him that after twelve o'clock we say it's one o'clock. He told me I was wrong. I was going to try to explain to him that in some places they do tell time like that, just not in America, but I figured it might get a bit confusing. Oh, well. He loves you and so do I!