December 20, 2005

Conversation (with Balls)

Yesterday, I had a couple very nice conversations with my daughter. Now, I know what you're saying - she's too young to hold up one end of a good conversation. You'd be wrong. Allow me to illustrate.

Mia: Blerk eggie doo.
Me: No. Jackie Chan. Charlie Chan was the detective.
Mia: Ooohadee kuh-lurk.
Me: Tough one, but if forced to choose, I'd have to go with What's Happening over Diff'rent Strokes. Especially the Doobie Brothers episode.
Mia: Grrblook grah yaheeew.
Me: Less filling.

While I'm being childish, why is it that the title of this book cracks me up so much? Oh, yes, because I'm 12. I love me some double entendre.



Posted by Chris at December 20, 2005 11:34 AM
Comments

LOL Of all names! Regardless of age, a good ball joke always cracks me up! ;) Glad to know that you and Mia are having intellectual convo. Ask her feelings about President Bush while you're at it. I'd love to hear that!

Posted by: Michelle at December 20, 2005 11:47 AM

For Christmas, I bought my 4 month old a book called "Where's the Bone?" http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00067U1OC/qid=1135097533/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl21/002-7969586-7544829?v=glance&s=toys&n=507846

Neither hubby nor I can read it without snickering. The book encourages the reader to hide the bone on every page. Maybe when we grow up we can actually read it to our baby...

Posted by: Jacqueline at December 20, 2005 11:53 AM

Lost Balls and Good Holes! Hee!

Hey, I must be 12, too!!

Posted by: jodi at December 20, 2005 11:58 AM

Great holes and bad lies...what a paradox...lol

Posted by: Jaycie at December 20, 2005 11:59 AM

Heh. balls. And holes. Heh.

Posted by: Gobo at December 20, 2005 12:04 PM

I always have one sided conversations with infants and people always look at me like I'm crazy (which I am but that's not the point). Thing is, all that "silly" babbling is incredibly important and even though most people acknowledge that, they let fear of seeming foolish get in the way. Meanwhile your kid will be reading in like two months. Go you.

Posted by: pea at December 20, 2005 12:18 PM

Little Dub and I talk all the time - for instance, last night we discussed the different Bonds and why Sean Connery is by far the best. He made a very good point that perhaps Timothy Dalton was the worst possible choice and that the producers had temporarily lost their way, but regained some level of credibility by going with Pierce Brosnan later (even if he is Irish). However, he was much more succinct: Deesslk brrriip pfffttt.

Posted by: Mr. Big Dubya at December 20, 2005 12:36 PM

I do this all the time with my niece. It can be quite funny in public because people will actually think you understand her even if you don't. You can even have mock arguments and tell her to stop giving you attitude!

Posted by: Grace at December 20, 2005 12:40 PM

Chris, you just completely crack me up, doesn't matter what entry, but this one had me laughing my ass off!!!

Posted by: Michelle at December 20, 2005 12:56 PM

As my son used to say, "gully, gully, gully". Please pass that on to Mia.

Cas
And happy reading to you.

Posted by: cas at December 20, 2005 01:15 PM

you dirty dirty boy. i love it!

Posted by: monique at December 20, 2005 02:06 PM

We are all 12 year old boys at heart. This is proof!

Posted by: Isabel at December 20, 2005 02:09 PM

Ahhhh, now I am starting to understand men's fascination with golf!

Posted by: at December 20, 2005 02:47 PM

And where does my mind go after reading this post? I tried to think of more dirty innuendos using golf terms. I'll refrain from posting them here though.

Posted by: Beth in StL at December 20, 2005 02:47 PM

Last year, the brain trusts in our HR department decided that the theme for the employee development program would be SOAR. It's an anagram for something and also inspirational, blah, blah, blah.
They went out and ordered a bunch of marketing premium items. Keychains, T-shirts and rubber balls were distributed to everyone in the company.
I snicker every time I think about SOAR balls.

Posted by: TB at December 20, 2005 02:55 PM

Wow. You guys have some really deep conversations. Next you'll be talking about Sarte and Camus. ;-)

Posted by: Lisa B at December 20, 2005 03:04 PM

That made me "lol," too. I think most of us are 12 at heart, regardless of how old any of us get. There are some things that will just always be plain funny; even if it is immature, haha. And ball jokes will always be on that list!

The conversation with your daughter was darling. I can't imagine how much your heart must swell up when you say the words "my daughter." She's a very lucky little girl to have you and Beth as parents. She is such a beautiful baby!!

Happy Holidays! :)

Posted by: Amber at December 20, 2005 03:59 PM

I must be 12 too, as that certainly made me LOL.

Posted by: A.K. at December 20, 2005 04:32 PM

*giggles* I thought the subtitle said "great holes, tough shats, and bad lies" and I thought "shouldn't it be "tough shits"?

And is the forward really by John Updike? How peculiar (to me).

Posted by: Ms. Q at December 20, 2005 04:38 PM

Awesome book!! I love the title. It seems like the perfect gift for my husband (only because he loves golf though ;).

Posted by: ava at December 20, 2005 06:43 PM

I believe there is a clause that says it's OK to be childish when you're talking to a child.

And, also, the book title? Hilarious! (intentionally, right?)

Posted by: DeAnn at December 21, 2005 03:59 AM

Hee. Hm, I wonder what the "bad lies" are REALLY about?

Posted by: Fraulein N at December 21, 2005 08:44 AM

haha the author HAD TO HAVE known it would be read that way!

Posted by: Betty at December 21, 2005 09:30 AM

heh heh. "Which Doobie you be?"

Posted by: kalisah at December 21, 2005 10:40 AM