Boy: I'm taking a vote. What should my troopers rank? Red or Yellow.
Me: Make them whatever you want. They're your troops.
Boy: I know but I'm taking a vote.
(Somehow, the mechanics of military chain of command has slipped right by him. It's not like he hasn't played Halo enough. For reference, we are discussing Lego Star Wars figures. He has a complete squad now.)
Me: I don't know. Make them yellow.
Boy: I knew you'd say that.
Me: Fine, make the red then. Why do you ask me these things? (And I return to painting clothespins and popsicle sticks.)
Boy: I wanted a vote. Now I have to ask the dogs.
(arched eyebrow)
Boy: I just watch them lick things. Odd number licks is red and even is yellow.
As if that explained every thing in the world.
Comments (3)
Haha! Is there a time limit imparted on the licking?
lol. I can see my son asking a similar question!
that's how they ought to pick presidents.