The set-up:
We’re in the car, on our way to school for the third time in five school days. (Heckuva winter we’re having.) We pass the intersection of Eleanor and Douglas. Matt says, “Who lives there, Simon?” And Simon says, “Michael and Danna doos” [that was phonetic, by the way, I can still sort-of spell]. And then Simon says, “Can we visit Michael and Danna after school? After my nap?”
The answer is no, but Matt wants to let him down gently. “No, Simon, we can’t just go and visit them all the time. But do you know who’s coming to visit us tomorrow? Do you remember who Dana’s daddy is?”
And Simon says, “Mr. Arnie! Mr. Arnie is Danna’s daddy. He doosen’t have any hair.”
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
In fact, Dana’s daddy is coming in town tomorrow, and he is staying with us, and he “doosen’t” have any hair.
When do you think he’ll inform Mr. Arnie of this amazing discovery?
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Well, it’s unlikely Mr. Arnie isn’t aware that he dooesn’t have any hair. Really, don’t sweat it. Kids say all sorts of things, many true. I’ve had kids say I’m fat. Well, hey, I *am* fat, lol. The difference is they are just observing, it’s not a judgment.
I remember the time my god daughter told the checker in the supermarket not to pick her nose.
I wasn’t picking my nose, so why is it I wanted to sink through the floor??