Wednesday, October 29, 2008

One Fine Autumn Evening

Excited about the (not quite) new double tricycle that I scored from Craigslist for a steal, I decided to take the boys for a little ride around our neighborhood.

Our bumpy, uneven, cracked-sidewalk neighborhood. A ride. With children too young to pedal, on a vintage tricycle with a slightly-crooked front wheel. Even when locked in place, the trike consistently veered to the right. There was a pushing handle for me, but it was virtually useless.

The ride went something like this:

Push, push, straighten.

Push, push, straighten.

"Fuck!" shouted a child.

"Yes, sweetie, that IS a TRUCK. TRuck. TRuck. Say TRUCK."

"Tuck!"

"Good!"

"Fuck!"

"TRUCK!"

"FUCK!"

"Look, look over here! It's a pumpkin!"

"Pumkin!"

"Yes, pumpkin!"

"That?"

"Oh, that? That's a SKELETON. Say, SKELETON!"

Pause.

"SUCKING!"

2 Comments:

Blogger mamatulip said...

I'm laughing that wheezy, old man kind of laugh that comes from deep in your esophagus - I think I'm getting sick, dammit.

When Julia was very small she really liked the show Franklin (still does, actually). She'd sing a song about Franklin in the trees (Franklin's a turtle), but she couldn't say Franklin, so it came out like, "Fuckin' in the trees."

4:35 PM  
Blogger alison said...

Too funny! When my daughter was little she loved The Elephant Show (the one with Sharon, Lois and Bram) on TV. But she couldn't say "Elephant Show". What came out of her 18-month-old mouth was "Asshole". Usually said very, very excitedly.

12:34 PM  

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