Thursday, March 8, 2012

Lost in Translation

"Mom," Deacon asked me, "how do you wash whips?"

"Like a cowboy whip?"

"No--whips."

"A whip like this?" I ask, pretending to be Indiana Jones.

"No. How do you wash whips?"

I'm stuck. I cannot figure out what kind of a whip Deacon is asking me about, but I figure you must wash all whips pretty much the same.

"I guess you would get a bucket with soapy water--"

"No! Not whips, WHIPS! How do you wash WHIPS?!?"

Recognition dawns on me. "Oh, lips. You want to know how to wash lips?"

"Yes. Whips."

"With a washcloth."

"Oh. How do you wash awms?"

3 comments:

mom said...

Why the sudden interest in washing? I love to hear him talk.

Emily said...

Powh lil Deacie

Riki said...

I would like to give those cute little whips a kiss!!

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