As per the Peace Accord of 2009, Lil Sippy Cup is allowed to bring one or two toys with him whenever we go outside.
Yesterday, he chose to bring 3 small, high-bounce, rubber balls (he always gets them from the vending machine at the supermarket). They combine three of his favorite things in life: bright colors, high velocity, and extreme possibilities of violence.
While we were standing on a busy street corner in Midtown Manhattan, we had the following conversation:
Lil Sippy Cup: "Hey Dad?"
Me: "Yeah?"
Lil Sippy Cup: "Can I take my balls out of my pocket?"
Me: "No, not now. If you take them out now you're going to lose them."
Lil Sippy Cup: "Please? They're stuck in my pocket. I want to take the balls out."
Me: "I said no. If you take them out you will end up losing one and I don't feel like chasing after it."
Lil Sippy Cup: "Pleeeease? I'll hold onto them really tight. I promise. I'll hold my balls really tight so that I don't lose them."
It was only at this point that I realized all the other pedestrians were paying attention to our conversation.
And it was also at this point that I really wished Lil Sippy Cup had brought along another, less suggestive, toy.
1 comment:
I'm at my school library where you can quite literally hear a flea sneeze and I just laughed SO DAMN HARD people looked at me funny.... Oh Jesus!
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