Friday, April 6, 2012

No, as a Matter of Fact, I Didn't Know That

So, Rojo walks into the kitchen and asks, "What are you doing?"

"I'm making turkey sandwiches for Woohoo and me."

"What kind of turkey," he asks, having never had a bite of turkey in his life I can't believe he's asking me, "pepper? Roasted? Honey? Smoked?"

"How do you know so much about turkey?" I ask.

"Well you know I'm part Turkish," he says, without missing a beat.



Love that kid. They always have a great comeback.
And they are so much smarter than we are. At least that's my thought with eight very smart grandchildren.
Have a great day. I love reading your posts. They always make me smile. Blessings,
Barbara Whittington

author of kindle ebook

VADA FAITH said...


kario said...

Is the part of him that is Turkish peppered or honey-roasted? I'm leaning toward a mix of both...

Elizabeth said...

Oh, that kid. You should tell him about Ephesus.

Galen Pearl said...

Ha! That was funny!! Even funnier than Jessica Simpson asking if Chicken of the Sea was real chicken.

Amber said...

Ha! He kills me.