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OMG my kids are strange.
Oct. 7th, 2011 04:31 pmToday we went to the zoo (despite the gale force winds.) Our zoo has a life-sized statue of a old timey army officer with a bear cub, commemorating the beginning of the story of Winnie the Pooh. (Winnie is named after Winnipeg!)
I forget the actual story, but some dude from Winnipeg was over seas during the war, and they came upon a bear cub, which he named Winnie the Pooh. I forget if it was the actual soldier who wrote the story, of a friend of the soldier, but anywayregardless, there is a statue of a soldier and a realistic bear cub right outside the Discovery center at the zoo. As we walk by, my son loudly asks:
IS THAT HITLER?
Me: *amused and horrified* Yes, of course that's Hitler. Wasn't he most famous for his love of bears?
Quincey: No, I mean, didn't he look like that?
me: uh, no. Sure he was a soldier, but he wore a different uniform, and I'm pretty sure he never posed with cute little bear cubs. Not to mention that he was a horrilbe person and our zoo would never put up a statue of him.
As we're leaving: Quincey: BYE HITLER!
Me: *eyeroll* Dude, yelling out Hitler is never cool. Please stop,
When we get home my other son walks up to me with a box of tampons.
Harry: Do you need these?
me: Uh, not right this second.
Harry: Can i have them?
Me: only if you have your period. Why do you want them.
Harry: I want to make grenades out of them.
Me: I'm pretty sure they don't blow up. Check the package.
harry: I know they don't blow up. I just want to pretend.
Me: ... Do you know what they're for?
Quincey pipes in: Ladies put them in their vulva so they'll stop bleeding.
Me: Hey! Pretty good, buddy!
harry: So, can I have them?
Quincey: Are you going to put them in your vulva? *snicker*
harry: SHUT UP!
me: You can have five. And you have to pick up every little bit of paper and cotton and whatnot that you leave lying around.
BOYS RUN OUTSIDE TO PLAY WITH TAMPONS.
I would just like to add an adendum that I do actually buy them real toys, and our zoo does not have a statue of Hitler. (although they ARE building a big human rights museum, so there might eventually be one there???)
I forget the actual story, but some dude from Winnipeg was over seas during the war, and they came upon a bear cub, which he named Winnie the Pooh. I forget if it was the actual soldier who wrote the story, of a friend of the soldier, but anywayregardless, there is a statue of a soldier and a realistic bear cub right outside the Discovery center at the zoo. As we walk by, my son loudly asks:
IS THAT HITLER?
Me: *amused and horrified* Yes, of course that's Hitler. Wasn't he most famous for his love of bears?
Quincey: No, I mean, didn't he look like that?
me: uh, no. Sure he was a soldier, but he wore a different uniform, and I'm pretty sure he never posed with cute little bear cubs. Not to mention that he was a horrilbe person and our zoo would never put up a statue of him.
As we're leaving: Quincey: BYE HITLER!
Me: *eyeroll* Dude, yelling out Hitler is never cool. Please stop,
When we get home my other son walks up to me with a box of tampons.
Harry: Do you need these?
me: Uh, not right this second.
Harry: Can i have them?
Me: only if you have your period. Why do you want them.
Harry: I want to make grenades out of them.
Me: I'm pretty sure they don't blow up. Check the package.
harry: I know they don't blow up. I just want to pretend.
Me: ... Do you know what they're for?
Quincey pipes in: Ladies put them in their vulva so they'll stop bleeding.
Me: Hey! Pretty good, buddy!
harry: So, can I have them?
Quincey: Are you going to put them in your vulva? *snicker*
harry: SHUT UP!
me: You can have five. And you have to pick up every little bit of paper and cotton and whatnot that you leave lying around.
BOYS RUN OUTSIDE TO PLAY WITH TAMPONS.
I would just like to add an adendum that I do actually buy them real toys, and our zoo does not have a statue of Hitler. (although they ARE building a big human rights museum, so there might eventually be one there???)
