So here is a recent convo. And unless you've seen Close Enounters of the Third Kind, you will not understand one smidge of this conversation.
PG: (playing with his food)
Me: (to PG): "This isn't.....uh.....(to D) What's that alien movie with Richard Dreyfuss?"
D: "Close Encounters"
Me: "Right." (to Pres) "Unless this is Close Encounters of.....eh. Nevermind"
D: (shaking his head) "You can't even finish you're own smart ass remark"
Me: "I know. I am loosing my touch. Sigh"
Silence.
Dave: (singing the music notes from the movie) "Dooooo. Dooooo. Dooooo".
Incidentally, I would hope that if my child was trying to communicate an impending alien encounter via his mashed potato sculpture, that I would take it seriously. But let's get real. I most certainly would not. And most likely would send him to timeout for making a mess.
