vettechick99
<font color=purple>Why do I open these threads?<br
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My sister has three kids and keeps an online journal to air out her frustrations. Occasionally, funny stuff happens. Like today. I'm going to post this word for word as she had it in her journal. I hope you get a laugh out of it. 
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I just have to write this down before I forget any of it.
I carpool in the afternoons - driving home from school my 4 y/o son (who is L) and my neighbor's 5 y/o son (who is A) from pre-k. The boys sit next to each other in the middle row of my van.
In my car was a Koosh Ball. Both boys wanted to play with it, but the neighbors kid got it first. The conversation I overhead in the back was this (I swear to God - this is 100% accurate):
L: Hey - gimme my hairy ball!
A: No! I had the hairy ball first
(haha)
L: But I love to play with my hairy ball! Mommy make him give me my hairy ball back!
A: I like to rub the hairy ball on my face....it tickles. You have the best hairy balls. I want my mommy to get me hairy balls.
(I'm starting to really giggle at this point)
L: I like it when the hairy ball tickles. I like to eat my hairy ball. Let me play with my my hairy ball please.
(oh god)
A: Ok, you can play with the hairy ball now but you need to share it.
L: Let's play catch with the hairy ball.
(At this point the hairy ball falls on the car floor, out of reach)
A: Mrs. F. - I need help. I can't reach the hairy ball.
(Through my tears of hysteria I am able to get out the following
Me: I can't reach L's hairy ball - I have to drive and it wouldn't be safe for me to try to grab it.
L: But when you stop the car you can hand the hairy ball to me.
(which I do at a stop sign)
A: Can I borrow your hairy ball today at my house?
L: No - I need to keep my hairy ball but you can come over and play with it later on.
A: OK.

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I just have to write this down before I forget any of it.
I carpool in the afternoons - driving home from school my 4 y/o son (who is L) and my neighbor's 5 y/o son (who is A) from pre-k. The boys sit next to each other in the middle row of my van.
In my car was a Koosh Ball. Both boys wanted to play with it, but the neighbors kid got it first. The conversation I overhead in the back was this (I swear to God - this is 100% accurate):
L: Hey - gimme my hairy ball!
A: No! I had the hairy ball first
(haha)
L: But I love to play with my hairy ball! Mommy make him give me my hairy ball back!
A: I like to rub the hairy ball on my face....it tickles. You have the best hairy balls. I want my mommy to get me hairy balls.
(I'm starting to really giggle at this point)
L: I like it when the hairy ball tickles. I like to eat my hairy ball. Let me play with my my hairy ball please.
(oh god)
A: Ok, you can play with the hairy ball now but you need to share it.
L: Let's play catch with the hairy ball.
(At this point the hairy ball falls on the car floor, out of reach)
A: Mrs. F. - I need help. I can't reach the hairy ball.
(Through my tears of hysteria I am able to get out the following

Me: I can't reach L's hairy ball - I have to drive and it wouldn't be safe for me to try to grab it.
L: But when you stop the car you can hand the hairy ball to me.
(which I do at a stop sign)
A: Can I borrow your hairy ball today at my house?
L: No - I need to keep my hairy ball but you can come over and play with it later on.
A: OK.