Son: "Would you rather get shot in the leg or tortured?"
Me: "Shot in the leg. Duh."
Son: "How long could you survive if it was 400 degrees?"
Me: "I don't know and I'm too tired to look it up on Google."
Son: "What number comes after a trillion?"
Me: "A trillion and one."
Son: "No, what big number."
Me: "A gazillion."
Son: "That's not even a number!"
Dammit. He's gotten too smart for me. I would probably be a great candidate for Google glasses since I need to answer a freakin' question for my kid every other minute. I didn't realize how stupid I was until my son became verbal and conversational. I've mentioned before that my version of hell would be endlessly setting one-inch mosaic tiles for all eternity. An even worse punishment would be to have a small child asking nonsensical questions non-stop while you placed those tiles. Also, while they tried to "help" you. Ugh. Just thinking about that makes me feel uncomfortable.
Unrelated-- I saw this car as I left my work parking lot yesterday:
Lastly, I still haven't gone to the bank so I only have $12 cash on me. I will give you the $12 if you can tell me what this is:
- A teething ring
- A dog toy
- A sex toy