Emily had a Halloween party at school- at night, sans parents, a first. When I went in to pick her up, I walked in just ahead of a teen girl and her (I assume) boyfriend. Just as I was about to greet Emily, said teenage girl shouted, "Emily!" Instead of responding, Emily just glared at her. Obviously not giving a damn that Emily did not reply, she walked away, saying to her boyfriend, "That's the girl who always..." I didn't catch the rest. (Thank god?)
So I get Emily into the car and start quizzing her:
Me: Who was that teenager?
Emily: Brooke.
Me: And what did you always do?
Emily: Chased her.
Me: What? Why? And why didn't you say hello?
Emily: Because she's evil.
Yeah. So that ended that part of the conversation. I asked her what she did at the party. She ate and danced and did nothing. And then:
Emily: Oh, and limo.
Me, struggling to figure out what the hell that could possibly relate to- after all "Follow the Leader" is now called "Train". And no, I didn't yell at her to call it the right damn name or nothing at all. No, I didn't. You can't prove it: Limo? What is that?
Emily: Oh. Uhm, limBO.
And that ended the entire conversation because I couldn't take anymore.
2 comments:
i don't have any halloween costumes yet.
hoping the longer i drag it out the more sales there will be.
or else they're all being ghosts.
andrea
"Limo" is better than confusing it with "Bimbo". Though Bimbo may be more fun to play.
I'm glad your child can pick out the evil ones early. You've done a good job training her.
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