Emily and Phoebe

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Girls & boys

"Ready for your cornflakes, goils?"

"Yes, Dad!" They take their places at the breakfast table.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Emily?"

"Why do you sometimes call us goils?"

I briefly consider explaining all about my rich interior life, in which I am a character from a Damon Runyon short story, but decide that this will probably give rise to one of her odd stares. Instead, I mumble something about just doing it for fun, which seems to satisfy her.

One minute later

"Dad?"

"Yes, Emily?"

"If I have boys when I grow up, I think I'll call them boils."

"That will probably be a very good name for them, darling..."

4 Comments:

Anonymous deviousdiva said...

My "boil" is going to get fed up of this one very soon! lol

11:16 AM  
Blogger Paul said...

Yeah, I can see how that one would rapidly get old. But I'm sure your "boil" is anything but...

7:18 AM  
Anonymous deviousdiva said...

I have 2 boils actually. One's twelve and the other is....7y7y178y378t34

They are bored of "boils" already! Shame. I love it!

8:56 PM  
Blogger Paul said...

"I have 2 boils actually."

I'd be careful who you go around telling that to!

12:42 AM  

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