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He loves to phantacise. He tells these stories with absolutely straight face. Recently in a restaurant he said, "I just swallowed a lego piece". His nanny, myself, everyone got hysterical. He was not in distress though. Later he said it was "in his sleep".
Another story. We drive to Vancouver, WA, spend half a day there, then drive to Ocean Shores in Portland and spend a night in a hotel. Breakfast included, so in the morning everyone gets together in a cafeteria. All of a sudden, he says loudly, "My mother is having a birthday today, let's sing "Happy Birthday" to her". People look at me, I have to explain that no, my birthday is in December... That my son's birthday is in two weeks... later one lady comes up to me and asks in a low voice, "but your birthday is today, isn't it?"
Same place. A couple is talking to a cleaning lady. They mention driving just across the border, from Vancouver. My son chimes in, "I live in Vancouver, too..." The lady smiles and says, "where at?" "9th street," he says. Apparently everyone knows 9th street (what is there?) so I have to explain that no, we are not from Vancouver... To which, she says, "Oh, I know, you're from Vancouver, BC..." When I name totally different town, her face fells.
He told me that he liked Jennifer who lived in Seattle and that his father took him to see her..."Is she cute?" - "Very cute". Now I got anxious about my husband seeing "Jennifer" and asked, "how old is she?". Six, he said. OK, I knew what would come nest. "What's your father's name?", I asked. "David", he said. OK, David is our nanny's father... Now I know that Jennifer goes to my son's aftercare.
We have it every day. It is funny but my son always keeps poker face when he says it so I am afraid people will start calling him "a liar".
Another story. We drive to Vancouver, WA, spend half a day there, then drive to Ocean Shores in Portland and spend a night in a hotel. Breakfast included, so in the morning everyone gets together in a cafeteria. All of a sudden, he says loudly, "My mother is having a birthday today, let's sing "Happy Birthday" to her". People look at me, I have to explain that no, my birthday is in December... That my son's birthday is in two weeks... later one lady comes up to me and asks in a low voice, "but your birthday is today, isn't it?"
Same place. A couple is talking to a cleaning lady. They mention driving just across the border, from Vancouver. My son chimes in, "I live in Vancouver, too..." The lady smiles and says, "where at?" "9th street," he says. Apparently everyone knows 9th street (what is there?) so I have to explain that no, we are not from Vancouver... To which, she says, "Oh, I know, you're from Vancouver, BC..." When I name totally different town, her face fells.
He told me that he liked Jennifer who lived in Seattle and that his father took him to see her..."Is she cute?" - "Very cute". Now I got anxious about my husband seeing "Jennifer" and asked, "how old is she?". Six, he said. OK, I knew what would come nest. "What's your father's name?", I asked. "David", he said. OK, David is our nanny's father... Now I know that Jennifer goes to my son's aftercare.
We have it every day. It is funny but my son always keeps poker face when he says it so I am afraid people will start calling him "a liar".