From the mouths of babes......

So yesterday I had to drive my friend Rose home from work as her car was not feeling so good. Her husband was going to come get her but he had the kids and she lives close by so I told her I could drop her off.

We pull up in front of her place and her kids come running out to meet her. Squeals of “mommy” and “look at what I made today” were soon replaced with the question “who is that”? Apparently, if any non-family member stops by, the kids get very curious very quickly.

My charm and my natural rapport with children soon won them over and Sebastian was chatting to me as I leaned out the car window. I asked him what he had done so far on his summer vacation and he proudly stated “I went to the vet”. It was odd, or so I thought, for an 8 year old to be that excited about a trip to the vet, but whatever. Maybe he wants to be one when he grows up. I played along.

“I didn’t know you had a pet.” I said. To which he replied “I don’t.” Now I must admit that I was stumped. Either he didn’t know what a vet was or there was a joke coming. It turns out to be the latter. “Then why did you go to the vet?” I queried.

Happy that I was a willing participant in his little joke, Sebastian jumped back from the car, flexed his arms a la Arnold and said “because these pythons are sick!” His little arms have a circumference less then my thumb, but whatever. Heavens. I’ve known the kid 5 minutes and he has my sense of humour pegged.