Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Starshine--The Experience

Yesterday, Starshine bounced into my room to get the swimsuit he'd left drying over the edge of my bathtub. The ensuing conversation sounded like this:

Me: Hey! Who's taking you to the pool?

Starshine: Um ... guess.

Me: No really, who's taking you to the pool?

Starshine: *rolls eyes* My friend.

Me: You have a lot of friends. Which one is it?

Starshine: My bestest friend.

Me: Okay, that narrows it down to--

Starshine: *who, at this point, is now stark naked* It's only my bestest friend in the whole world whom I've known since the second grade!

Me: Oh. Dane?

Starshine: *pulls swimsuit on and grabs a towel* Yes! I knew you could guess it.

Me: Wouldn't it just be easier to answer my question in the first place rather than go through all that?

Starshine: *looks at me with pity* Mom. It's more of a challenge that way. Talking to me be should be an experience.

Me: It certainly is.


  1. Angelic DaughterJuly 8, 2009 at 11:27 PM

    Normally, I can't stand children. They're short, loud, smelly, and half of the time I don't have the faintest idea of what they're saying.
    Your kids great, though. I just wanna lock them up in a room and try to analyze what happens in their brains to make them so awesome.

  2. That sounds like something someone of my bloodlines would believe.


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