These pigs are after me
There’s a song that Jack listens to that has the line “these pigs are after me” in it. He’s been saying “these kids are after me” for the longest time so I haven’t worried too much about it. Just this morning, however, he says “Wait, does that say PIGS??”. I say “yeah…”. He says “Oh” and keeps on singing. So I don’t say anything further. It’s an animal. He knows that. Why confuse him with cops and pigs and fuzz and doughnuts all the other fun words that go with “police”, right?
Jack: Can you carry my towel?
me: My hands are full, you have to grab it please.
Jack: Why can you NOT do one thing to help me! (he stomps up the stairs in a big huff) All you do all day is sit on the couch eating doughnuts and watching TV anyway! Hmmmppfffhhh!
me: (yes between working full time and taking care of your rude butt I have time to sit and eat doughnuts. I wish…) Your towel is still down there. Go get it.
Jack: (Gives me a withering stare and picks up his towel.)
me: Hey, did you tell Jack that I sit around all day eating doughnuts?
Dennis: Ha! Uh, nooo.. Not you. We talked about cops doing that.
me: Uh huh…