Thursday, September 07, 2006
Mmm… tastes like chicken.
For some odd reason, Devon has taken to calling his baby sister, “Johnny” when he feels like irritating her. It works quite well. I haven’t worked up enough curiosity or energy to ask why. Today he started in on her with, “How was school today, Johnny?“ Jenica retorted angrily, “I’m NOT Johnny! I’m Jenica!“ Devon gave her an evil smirk and said, “Oh yeah? Well, Johnny goes to your school.“
“No he doesn’t!“
“Yes he does.“
“No he doesn’t!“
“He sure does!“
“Nuh uh!“
“Yuh huh!“
“I don’t know a Johnny!“
Devon leaned against the counter all smug like and said, “Maybe not, but he sure does go there. He’s in sixth grade.“
Jenica glared at him and said, “No he doesn’t. He’s dead!“
Devon shrugged, “How’d he die?“
Jenica, “I ate him!“
“Yeah right, how’d you eat him?“
Jenica crossed her arms over her chest and spit, “I cut him up with my new scissors and ate every bite just like chicken!“
And gee. I thought Sebastian was my twisted child.
