Conversations between the boy and me tonight:
At the school's art show, looking at 'self-portraits' of students in a display titled "When I'm 100 Years Old":
Boy: If I was doing that, know what I'd draw?
Me: What?
Boy: A gravestone!
Later, in the car, the boy said something witty -- which I can't recall right now, but it has something to do with languages. I responded with:
Me: Touché!
Boy: Is that French?
Me: yes
Boy: What's it mean? I should know what it means, since I'm part French.
Me: Just because you've got the blood in you, doesn't mean you instinctively know the language!
Boy: Au contraire!
(That one frightened me a bit. He's too clever.)
6 comments:
That. is. AWESOME.
A chip of the ol' block, I say. ;]
A chip "off" the ol' block, too.
(D'oh)
Inspired! *claps*
Touché, indeed!
I love that second one!
Oh my. That second comment made me laugh really hard.
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