A Rabid Reddish Baby Rabbit Named Barbie
[Scene: Luke, age 7, and Beth, age 3, are sitting with me on Beth's bed just before bedtime. For various reasons, Beth begins hitting me in the head with a toy stuffed rabbit.]
Me: "Beth, stop hitting me in the head. No bunny-based violence before bedtime."
Luke: "C'mon, it's not like it has rabies."
Me: "What if it did have rabies? Would that make it a... rabid rabbit?"
Beth: "She's a baby rabbit!"
Me: "She's also kind of reddish. Maybe she's a rabid reddish baby rabbit."
Luke: "A baby rabid reddy ... rabish .... oh man."
Me: "She needs a name that has B's and R's, too. How's this: a rabid reddish baby rabbit... named Barbie."
Luke: "Barbie?!"
Me: "Yeah, it's got two B's and an R. She also needs a location. Something that begins with the letter 'B'...."
Beth: "Boston!"
Luke: "Brooklyn!"
Me: "Hmm... Brooklyn has an 'r' in it too... wait, how about Barbados? A rabid reddish baby rabbit, named Barbie, in Barbados?"
Beth: "A red baby rabber ... Barbie... in ... Bargango?"
Me: "Barbados!"
Luke: "We need the word 'butt' in there."
Me: "Oh please."
Luke: "And 'bongos'."
Beth: "Bongos that look like butt cheeks!"
Me: "Okay. A rabid reddish baby rabbit... named Barbie... playing buttcheek bongos in Barbados! Whew. Say that five times fast."
Luke: "I can't even say it once."
Me: "Try it."
Luke: "A reddish rabbit named baby Barbie... wait, what was it again?"
Me: "A reddish rabid raby babbit... wait, no, a rabid reddy baby rabbit. Okay. Full stop. A. Rabid. Reddish. Baby. Rabbit. Named. Barbie. Playing buttcheek bongos. In Barbados."
Beth: "I like Bargango better."
Me: "Okay. We'll go with Bargango."
Luke: "It should be 'buttock.' Sounds better that 'buttcheek'. Playing buttock bongos in Bargango."
Me: "Does everything really need to be about butts?"
Luke: "Everything already is."
Playgrounds
Luke: [age 7] "You know my friend [P...] at school? He had this really stupid idea for the playgrounds."
Me: "Oh? I'm guessing you want to tell us about it."
Luke: "Yeah. So, you know how we have two playgrounds, one at each end of the school? At the lower playground, [P...] thinks we should put in a water fountain in the shape of a giant penis. It would be huge, spraying water all around. And there would be lights shining on it so you could still enjoy it at night."
Me: "I'm not sure 'enjoy' is the right word."
Luke: "And the upper playground would have these giant rubber buttcheeks sticking out of the ground that you could bounce on, and a moving platform that you could climb on and ride around, in the shape of a giant piece of poop."
Mom: "Oh please. That is so gross. You are SUCH a seven-year-old boy!"
Luke: "Hey, it was [P...]'s idea!"
Me: "Hmm. Are you sure he thought of this all by himself?"
Luke: "Well... I helped a little!"