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A Fish Story

Okay, this whole losing an eye in an elevator story gets even better. If you don't know what I am talking about see the post below "One Green Eye Please". Anyway, apparently the boys got a bigger kick out of the incident than adults in the story. Or maybe I just get to hear it from their perspective now – after the fact.

Today Knox, Walker and I took Ivey to see the doctor. She had seizures on Monday night so we were hoping to find some cause for the break through. So today we were sitting in the waiting room when a sweet momma with a newborn little girl and her son, probably eight, sat down next to us. The boys started chatting and looking at dingy waiting room books. Then they started exchanging stories.

They were typical boys stories…………….until Walker piped up.

Then he started telling how….we were at the ballgame and my sister's eye….you know the rest. Of course I was looking around the room – trying to distract Walker from his 'story'- praying the mom wasn't really paying attention to my three year old – but then again, she might think he has a VIVID imagination……………

Oh well, as normal I over dramatized the story before the ending actually occurred. What actually happened was this. Walker told his sister's eye in the elevator story – hand motions and all. (The boy's mom was busy with the baby, not listening.) The boy was unfazed, raised his eyebrows and then he went on to tell his 'my fish is bigger than your fish' story.

The boy's story….. he went fishing last week (no periods in his excited sentences) and he he caught a fish and the hook went through the fish's eye so the fish couldn't see and then it got away. And he was so mad!!

So they all just swapped eye stories. No problem. Oh, if we all had the minds of a child!
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Heather said…
What,appears, and actually is, out of the ordinary conversation for most children,becomes common place for ours.Some things just roll off their tongues because it is just part of their little lives.Like,when I told the boys,while standing in line for food at the zoo,that I had to feed Zoey and they said"Ya, mean g-tube feed her? Or regular? Puzzled look from the woman who spun around do a once over. Have to admit,every once in awhile it still takes me aback some of the things that are just "normal"everyday stuff for us that leave others phased and us ... not so much!
July 16, 2008 at 4:44 PM
Dee Dee said…
I love it! The things we learn from children....
July 17, 2008 at 3:37 PM
Leslie said…
Hee hee! That is so cute! :)
July 17, 2008 at 10:30 PM
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