On the way home from Portland, Big Dog calls to me from the back seat.
"Mama, some blood came out of my owie."
"What owie?" I asked, trying to figure out how he injured himself while securely strapped into a car seat.
"This one," he says, pointing to an old scratch on his arm.
"Ow, did you pick the scab?" I asked as a lead in to warn him off such risky behavior in the future. (It's OK to be a little in awe of my amazing parenting skills, really.)
"No, I licked it."
"What? Why did you lick it?" I asked, clearly thrown off my parenting game by the unexpected response.
"To get the blood out," he replied.
"Are you a vampire?" I asked, especially in light of his earlier jokes about blood sucking.
"No!" he responded with absolute confidence.
"Are you sure? Because I think you are," I prodded.
"Yeah I'm sure. If I was, I wouldn't be a vampire in this town!"
"Really?" I asked unclear on the sudden issue with being a vampire in Seattle, "Why not?"
"I'd be in jail!" he explained, with a slight note of exasperation.
"Oh," I said. As though that cleared it all up.
So now I'm slightly worried that Big Dog may have vampire tendencies. What do I do with that bit of info? Should I start wearing a turtleneck to bed?
Pasta ala Fridge
12 years ago
5 comments:
Just get the Anne Rice lexicon dusted off and threaten to use them as bed time stories. Then he can learn that New Orleans or Paris are the REAL places to be a vampire.
oooh. I bet he was the one who piched the idea for "True Blood" to the production company. that's where it's all coming from. If you don't believe me, check out Entertainment Weekly. Your son is waaay ahead of the curve!
But if he were a vampire anywhere else, no jail? Hmmm... Maybe I should look into this vampire gig!
Sleeping with cloves of garlic may also help you!!!
Just start bathing him in holy water.
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