Heckling

I got schooled by COMMENTERS. Sheesh. From now on, you can only comment if you are going to say I'm pretty and smart. Just kidding, I loved it all. I was interested to read that several people had similar experiences and were crazy enough to invite a door-to-door salesperson in. I want to defend myself because I even got a phone call from my mother who got all up in my grill. Right after she read me an article from her senior citizen magazine. As per usual, she one-upped everyone with her reason for concern. Carrot was holding strong until my mom said, "What if she had been a pervert?" I'm still not entirely sure what that is supposed to mean, but I got a kick out of it.

I was curious about her opening "vote for me" line, I wondered briefly if she was working for Obama, who has an office here in our town. AND my front door was wide open when she approached it, so I couldn't really shut it suddenly. AND my kitchen is about 3 feet away from the entryway.

But, she was in my house.

And now I fear my 10 year old 27 inch tv might get stolen...

A few minutes ago Bo came flying in the house bawling. I grabbed him up quickly (still not accustomed to the dramatic phase he's entered) with concern. He was wailing, "Hunto made me siiiiirrrrrrrd leado, he made me siiiiiiiirrrrrrrrd, ahhhhhhhhhh"

"Bo, Bo, what's a Sir Leo? What's wrong?" When I realized it was something "Hunto" had done, I knew he was okay. The kid couldn't find his way out of a paper bag on a good day, let alone physically hurt Bo. Plus, he's not a mean kid.

Turns out Hunto made him THIRD LEADER instead of SECOND. My poor boy was happy as second and still got the boot. A bigger neighbor girl was the reason he got demoted. So Bo wasn't happy with her. After he composed himself he opened the front door and yelled at the top of his lungs, "You are SOOOOO STUPID!"

I immediately got after him, "You do not talk like that, we don't use those words, open the door right now and apologize."

He is nothing if he isn't obedient.

"I'm sorry I said stupid. But you are still the thing I said you woh at fohst."

He is nothing if he isn't honest.

Oh, and two more things.
The pinnacle of big boy activities for Bo is reading chapter books. So, you can imagine his delight when at the library last week, his friend pointed him toward a chapter book about a superhero called Captain Underpants. We've been reading it to him, and he's semi-obsessed, but he only gets about 1/8th of the jokes in the book. He's more in love with the idea than anything else. So, there is a character named Professor Poopypants (and I thought I coined that name) and whenever everyone else hears his name, they all laugh hysterically.

So today Bo asks me, "Why doesn't Professor Poopypants get mad about his name mom?" I said, "Oh, he is mad, see his face, he's totally mad."

"No, he's mad about them laughing at his name, why doesn't get mad that his name is Professor Poopypants?"

I ask you, is that not brilliant and insightful?

And lest you think I'm bragging....Bo learning how to snap his fingers...