Z looks at me in all solemnity the other day and says, “Mommy, did you know we eat cats?”
With some amusement, I replied, “No, we don’t eat cats.”
Z goes on, “Well, Gideon in my class says he eats cats.”
“I think Gideon is pulling your leg, kiddo,” I countered, “We don’t eat cats.”
Z then looks me ominously in the eyes and says, “Well, we could if we have to.”
(Yeah kid, if the dead rise, I will eat the cats before you. Glad she is prepared.)
A few days later, I pick Z up from preschool. She calls all carbonated beverages “Bubble Drink”. I usually bring her a drink when I pick her up from school. When she gets in the car, she says, “Mom, did you bring me a soda?”
I said, “Yes, I brought you a soda.”
Z knowingly replies, “Soda is what we call Bubble Drink in Spanish.”
(Pretty sure that it is not.)
Ahhh San Diego… The meaning was lost centuries ago but the rough translation is Bubbly Drink.
Those cats don’t look particularly worried. 🙂
Has she pulled, “my Mama says……” On you yet?