Friday, June 13, 2008

Handcuffs And Crap

My conversation on my way home last night with my son, who stayed the night with his cousin at my parents’ house:

Hi, Honey! How are you?
I’m fine.
What are you guys doing?
Just playing around.
That’s good. I’m glad you are having fun.
Guess what Nonnie bought me?
What?
You have to guess.
Some kind of candy?
No.
Some kind of game?
No.
I give up.
I’ll give you a hint: It has to do with the police.
Concert tickets?
What?
Never mind. A badge?
No.
(oh, please not) A gun?
NO.
What’d she give you?
Handcuffs!!!!
(Oh, lordy) Really?
Yeah. MK and I are playing “coppers.”
Did you arrest her?
Yeah!
Did you lock the handcuffs?
Yeah!
Do you have a key?
Yeah!
OK, well have fun and be careful! I love you.
OK... Mom what are you doing?
I’m on my way to your aunt’s house to pick up her dog.
Why?
Remember, he’s staying with us while they are out of town.
Oh, right… Mom?
Yes, Baby?
Just pray that he doesn’t crap on the rug again.

8 comments:

revolutionaire. said...

LOVE IT!

Got word of your blog from Cary at LOTD. I'm so glad he highlighted your page; and I certainly see why he did. Thanks for the entertaining anecdotes and stories.

Also, it seems like you have the type of relationship with your son that we seem to see so little of anymore. I admire that.

Take care. I look forward to the next entry.

peace/alison

Amy said...

Alison: Hey! What a great way to start my day. Thank you for your generous compliments... Please come back! A

holly said...

I think we could be related...at our house, it's all about the poop. "All poop, all the time." That's our motto. I actually photographed it the other day...seriously. Check it out!

Amy said...

Holly: Cute puppies!!! Can't say same for the poop but I know what you mean, unfortunately in my case the dog that's visiting this weekend is part Great Dane so it ain't tootsie roll poops we're talking about! Ugh... Talk to you later, cousin Holly.

revolutionaire. said...

HAHAA... all right, i have to comment again.

I have had dozens of pets in my life, but in regards to deuces, none compares to the major deuce a Great Dane dropped in my yard. It looked like a freaking Teradactyl crapped in the grass, I swear to God. I can't imagine what it was like to find something from even a part Great Dane on a rug. whoa! No wonder your boy said to pray about it. hhahahhaha.

holly said...

before the new puppy came, our older dog was a Weimaraner. She was gorgeous and sweet, but man did she produce a lot of "waste." We had to put her down in November, right before Thanksgiving. After my tribute to her and her beautiful spirit, I wrote about how much less poop there was in my life. Priorities. The "tootsie rolls" are SOOOOOOOOO much easier. :)

Amy said...

Rev: LOL, teradactyl. That about sums it up!

Holly: Oh my goodness... Another thing we have in common: We used to have a chocolate lab who passed away last year. He was the coolest... Now we have a little border collie mix who can't weigh more than 20 pounds and frankly I don't know that I've ever even seen her poop (both verb and noun). Yeah, I have a big yard!

Harmony said...

LOL...I love it. Honesty is pure gold!!