Monday, October 16, 2006

After School Conversation

Those who are close to me know that I am in the midst of major academic work right now as I try and complete my comprehensive exams by the end of this month. For that reason, I have mostly had to neglect my blog until my time opens a bit more generously in November. However, today I just had to get down the conversation I just shared with Monk, my wonderful eight-year-old son.

Monk: Mom, I had to go see the principal with Tough Guy today.
Me: What happened?
Monk: Well, there's a real problem with cooties at school right now. See, I don't believe in cooties. I actually think they were just invented to keep boys and girls separate. But someone passed them on to me, and even though I don't believe in them, I had to get rid of them.
Me: (marveling) So what did you do?
Monk: I passed them on to Tough Guy. And then he hit me in the stomach. And we had to go see the principal. But it turns out, after we talked, that I had gotten him harder than I meant to when I passed the cooties on to him. And he thought I hit him. So he hit me back.
Me: So everything's alright now?
Monk: Yeah, but cooties are a real problem at school. So me, Tough Guy, and Principal have decided to ban them.
Me: Sounds like a good idea. But what if someone passes them on to you anyway?
Monk: I don't know. We didn't get that far.
Me: (reaching behind me to my belt) Here, I have some anti-cootie spray that I always keep with me. (I hand him the invisible spray bottle) If someone passes cooties on to you, just take out your spray and tssshhhht (pretending to spray all around me) tell 'em it doesn't matter 'cause you have anti-cootie spray.
Monk smiles and puts the invisible bottle of spray behind his back as he makes the sound of a 'click'--clearly securing to his own belt the antidote for the thing he doesn't believe in which he's banned from school grounds.

Life is great.

5 comments:

the reverend mommy said...

Me too.
November will be good.
And we have "monster spray"
Must come from the same company....

Amy said...

Monk and my W are cut from the same cloth, I swear!

cyen said...

Great solution ;)
>>>
first a quote:
Calvin:What's it like to fall in love?
Hobbes:Well... say the object of your affection walks by...
Calvin:Yeah?
Hobbes:First, your heart falls into your stomach and splashes your innards. All the moisture makes you sweat profusely. This condensation shorts the circuits to your brain and you get all woozy. When your brain burns out altogether, your mouth disengages and you babble like a cretin until she leaves.
Calvin:THAT'S LOVE?!?
Hobbes:Medically speaking.
Calvin:Heck, that happened to me once, but I figured it was cooties!!

and then this link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cooties
(I still like your solution better ;)
I wonder if you can add it to the wiki?

Princess of Everything (and then some) said...

Aren't boys the best??

We had monster spray. Was water in a spray bottle with bubble gum scent. You could smell that stuff when you squirted it and that was all that it took to keep those monsters at bay.

Revem said...

Fabulous, there's just nothing better, than afternoon car chats with your boys.

Thanks for sharing