The darling man tends to forget to act his age. Or maybe he doesn't forget so much as he really never tries. 98% of the time, it's adorable. Today, I was reminded that he really can't help it. His y chromosome doomed him.
The little man I nanny for is 7. Today as we're driving home, he says "if you don't stop for a slurpee, I'm taking out your brain!"
Honestly, I have to restrain myself sometimes not to be like "Are you f**king with me, kid??" a la Billy Bob in "Bad Santa."
Anyway, I repress a giggle and tell him that if he takes my brain, he'd be lucky, because I'm pretty smart. He agreed, which is how I know he's only 7, and a male. I smiled, because these are his sweet moments and they are few and far between. He then when on to say, "But I think I would have to take out all of the gender parts of your brain. Like the girl thoughts would have to be replaced with boy thoughts, because I have no use for them."
13 hours ago