Overheard at the Wright’s Household

Mommy: “Please do not look, I’m  [something requiring privacy].”

Juss: “But I’m just ‘checking you out’, like Brock!”

Mommy: “You cannot ‘check out like Brock’ your mother. Brock checks out girls, not his mother.”

Juss: “But, you’re a girl.”

Mommy: “True, but you ‘check out’ girls you want to marry. You can’t marry your mother.”

Juss: “Oh! Brock checks out girls he wants to marry!”

Mommy: “That’s right. Brock wants to get married, so he checks out every girl.”

Juss: “But he can’t marry his mother because she’s already married to his father.”

Mommy, nodding: “Exactly.”   

(I should add that Juss has no idea what it means to ‘check out a girl’. He’s asked me about it more than once. He was just amused that Brock (from Pokemon) said something about it.)

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10 thoughts on “Overheard at the Wright’s Household

  1. Jagi, Sean’s nephew Cameron, who is in 4th grade, had brought up to Sean once how he and a friend of his were talking about/thinking of asking a girl out.

    He’s mentioned the phrase “Hot girls”, but Sean believes Cameron doesn’t really know what that means, & that he probably picked it up from hearing it from a friend’s older sibling.

    I remember when I was in 4th grade, dating never crossed my mind.

    • You were lucky. I was never so young that dating did not cross my mind. Even at the age of four and five I had crushes on guys (first Marine Boy, then Speed Racer.) And that was after the neighbor boy I followed around at the age of two.

      It is funny, though, when they repeat these things by rote instead of because they understand or mean them.

      • I count myself as fortunate. Most of my daughter’s Hollywood crushes are deceased, and she has decided that the unGodly trio of Paris, Britney, and Lindsey are stupid, drug-using bad girls. I try to encourage a little charity–at least on Britney’s and Lindsey’s parts, but I really can’t find much for Miss Paris.
        Of course the daughter’s total denouncement of any form of recreational drug means I can’t keep Amaretto or Cointreau around the house, but I suppose I’ll survive.
        I do sneak in wine for cooking and brandy for hard sauce on occasion. Terrific with homemade figgy pudding which is much like the guts of a fig newton on a grand scale in cake format.

        • >Of course the daughter’s total denouncement of any form of recreational drug means I can’t keep Amaretto or Cointreau around the house, but I suppose I’ll survive.

          Chuckle. Good for her…if you have to err on the side of an extreme, that’s not a bad one. (Though the image of you sneaking out into the back for your secret shot of Amaretto does amuse me. ;-)

  2. Jagi, Sean’s nephew Cameron, who is in 4th grade, had brought up to Sean once how he and a friend of his were talking about/thinking of asking a girl out.

    He’s mentioned the phrase “Hot girls”, but Sean believes Cameron doesn’t really know what that means, & that he probably picked it up from hearing it from a friend’s older sibling.

    I remember when I was in 4th grade, dating never crossed my mind.

  3. You were lucky. I was never so young that dating did not cross my mind. Even at the age of four and five I had crushes on guys (first Marine Boy, then Speed Racer.) And that was after the neighbor boy I followed around at the age of two.

    It is funny, though, when they repeat these things by rote instead of because they understand or mean them.

  4. I count myself as fortunate. Most of my daughter’s Hollywood crushes are deceased, and she has decided that the unGodly trio of Paris, Britney, and Lindsey are stupid, drug-using bad girls. I try to encourage a little charity–at least on Britney’s and Lindsey’s parts, but I really can’t find much for Miss Paris.
    Of course the daughter’s total denouncement of any form of recreational drug means I can’t keep Amaretto or Cointreau around the house, but I suppose I’ll survive.
    I do sneak in wine for cooking and brandy for hard sauce on occasion. Terrific with homemade figgy pudding which is much like the guts of a fig newton on a grand scale in cake format.

  5. >Of course the daughter’s total denouncement of any form of recreational drug means I can’t keep Amaretto or Cointreau around the house, but I suppose I’ll survive.

    Chuckle. Good for her…if you have to err on the side of an extreme, that’s not a bad one. (Though the image of you sneaking out into the back for your secret shot of Amaretto does amuse me. ;-)

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