Jack does not like going to church. He doesn't like to do anything if he doesn't want to do so he digs in. He eventually comes with me but not before he spews invective -- all the swear words he knows + the worst things he can think to say.
Me: Jack, we are going to church now.
Jack: I hate church.
Me: Ok, but you still have to go. It's important to spend time in silence with nothing to do but be with God.
Jack: I hate God. Jesus got what he deserved.
Cue the record player needle scratching across the record as my grandmother turns over in her grave or, at least, feels sorry for me.
Sonia recently began speaking Chinese. She told Jack that she was speaking Chinese and he was impressed.
Jack: Where did you learn that?
Sonia: Well, it's not exactly Chinese. It's fairy Chinese. It's the Chinese the fairies speak. So if you want to go to a restaurant you say 'ma sha ka da ma'
Jack: Oh restaurant is ka da ma?
Sonia: Yes.
1 comment:
NO, that is not my Jack, not the Jack I know. Or is it? I will pray for him. current grandmother....
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