Sam, the lovely six year old next door, was once again on my front porch with me early this afternoon. He had some concerns about his mom getting “really, really old”, so we talked about it.
Sam: “Granma Suze, mom is getting really, really old huh?”
Me: “now Sam, why would you say she is getting old? She’s only 43 right?”
Sam: “yea, but she has a birfday on Saturday and she’s gonna be really, really old then”
Me: “what is really, really old then Sam?”
Sam: “it’s when a lady or a mans can’t play with roller skates anymore”
Me. “roller skates?”
Sam: “yea..cause if she goes skating with me and the other kids she’s gonna fall down and break her butt”
Me: “it’s just an expression Sam. Break her butt doesn’t mean she’s really going to break anything. Just that it will hurt”
Sam: “nope. She’s really gonna break it and then she can’t drive and take me to McDonalds or anything”
Me: “well, if she really does break something I can always drive you to McDonalds, Sam…besides, your mom is way younger than me and I went roller skating, didn’t I?”
Sam: “yea, and you’re so old if you fell down your butt wouldn’t break…you’d just be deaded”.
I gave Sam a cookie and sent him home.