Francie and Fiver were playing happily together after church this morning, and Rob and I, in true don't-look-a-gift-horse-in-the-mouth fashion, left them to their own devices. As we were sitting in the living room, we started to listen to their conversation. It went a little something like this:
Fiver, you get to be the judge of the crime scene.
( Fiver speaking to the toys): I am the JUDGE of this town, and I say you get out. GET OUT!
No Fiver, you are the judge of the crime scene. You say whether someone is guilty or innocent, but you can't just tell people to get out of town.
Um, I'm talking now and the judge says GET OUT.
Crime scenes? Obstreperous judges? The only thing missing is the pack of vigilantes. It's only a matter of time . . .
How does Francie know about crime scenes? I know she does not watch the news or read the newspaper...oh by the way, I had to laugh when you picked her pseudo name because I had actually thought Frances would be a nice name for Bun-girl...Ju-Ju and I are having great fun with Bun...we are going through huge name lists and we must have at least 10 names for each gender...
ReplyDeleteNot that you watch TV in front of your kids - but that type of scene is exactly why I got TiVo. That way I can feed my crime scene drama addiction without tainting the chilluns.
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