Another gorgeous day in Fargo - We have been enjoying an AMAZING April. 72 degrees, no wind.... nice and warm in the sun.
A perfect day to toast bread.
I am taking a short break from making revisions to my diss (argh). My mother is over and we are lounging on the patio, chatting... when I notice Zayd, 9, standing by our garden shed...
And there is something taped to the roof...
Me: Oh my God, mom. Look over there at Zayd.
My mother turns around.
Mom: WHAT is he doing!
Me: I think he is trying to cook something.
Mom: Oh my Gaad! Your kids are something else! Where do they learn these things?
Me: Zayd! (I yell over to him).
He ignores me.
Me: ZAYD!!!!
He still ignores me. His hands are on his hips and he is carefully inspecting whatever it is he is cooking.
Me: Zaaaaaayyyyyyddddddoooooooo!
He whips around.
Zayd: What!
Me: Whatcha doing!
pause
Zayd: I'm toasting bread!
Of course he is.
Me: What are you toasting it on? Is that aluminum foil?
Zayd: No! It's wax paper!
Brilliant.
Mom: Zaydo! It will probably melt! You should use aluminum foil!
We are still yelling across the yard. We have a big yard.
Zayd: I know! But we didn't have any aluminum foil! We just had wax paper!
Mom: (to me) It's going to melt.
Me: Oh well....
A little while later, the wax paper is gone, and so it is the bread.
Me: Zayd? Did it work? Did you toast the bread?
Zayd: Kinda.
Me: Did you eat it?
Zayd: Part of it.
pause
Zayd: But I dropped it on the ground.
Ethan pipes in
Ethan: I did! It worked! The bread was really hard and kinda brown!
Hummm... the roof is brown...
And so is the ground.
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Hmm . . . I wonder where YOUR kids come up with these crazy ideas?
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, though: Zayd will probably end up making some invention that makes him a trillion dollars.