Some of the funniest things happen in conversation. Not too long ago, one of the boys and I were talking about something that escapes my mind at the moment, but at some point in the conversation I said, “Well, we’ll just have to make do.”
I got a quizzical look, and then this reply: “Make do? What’s do?”
We were in the car at the time, so I took a quick look at him, equally perplexed. “What do you mean, what’s do?” I asked in clarification.
“You said, ‘make do’,” he repeated. “What’s do?”
I began to laugh, and before I could clarify, dawning comprehension bloomed on his face. He waved his hands and said, “Nevermind.”
A few minutes ago I was loading the dishwasher and same child and I were bantering back and forth when he finally said, “Just cut it out.”
I replied, “Get me a pair of scissors,” (come on, that’s been around for ages).
He walked over to the drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors, holding them out to me.
“What’s that for?” I asked, perplexed.
“You asked for a pair of scissors,” he says.
I started laughing, then said, “You told me to cut it out.”
He stood there holding the scissors for a moment, then put them back in the drawer and walked away. He did not think it was funny.
I thought it hilarious.