A few days ago, we had a visitor to our cul-de-sac. This is a rare occurrence and one that elicits pure joy from my son. He and the visitor immediately struck up a conversation. The neighbor boy is one that we know and because of his expansive vocabulary, he is one that we have kept at arms length.
He also has a rattail.
To be clear. I would never judge a child with a rattail.
But their parents? Well, that's a whole other story.
I would also take exception with a Padawan, because hello? They are training to be a Jedi and eventually that thing gets cut off, AS IT SHOULD.
Anyway. Sam and the visiting boy rambled along conversing about various topics, until Samuel says, "Hey! What you gonna be when you grow up?" and without waiting for his answer, Samuel says, "I am gonna be a daddy!".
The boy answers, "Well, I'M GONNA BE A KILLER! I AM GONNA KILL YOU!"
At this point, the much older and thankyouJesus much wiser sisters, gather their little brother and his gaping mouth and bring him inside.
Samuel is a tad bit upset about this exchange and he tells me, "Momma, that boy is not a good friend. He talks ugly."
Emma bends down and with all seriousness says, "Samuel, that boy is not a good friend because...he has a rattail."
And that is logic you cannot argue with.