The other day, it was his teacher's birthday. When he came home from school, I asked if they did anything special for her.
"Yeah, mate. We signed a cod," he said.
"You signed a cod?" I asked. "How did you catch it?"
He looked at me funny. "A cod. You know. A cod."
I nodded. "A cod. One of those fish things that swim around in the ocean. I know what a cod is. I imagine it would be difficult to catch one and write your name on it. They're kind of slippery. And I'm not sure how well a Sharpie marker would work on it. So how did you do it?"
He rolled his eyes. "Mama, you know what I'm talking about. It was a paper cod."
"Oh. A paper cod. So, it was a cod in the shape of a cod?"
"Yeah, Mama. We signed the paper cod."
Oy! This is way too confusing for my primitive mind to comprehend!
Just keep playing along and asking him questions. It will bug him. And if you can't annoy your kids, who can you annoy?
ReplyDeleteI'm an expert at annoying my kids!
DeleteHah! Signing your name on a cod would definitely be quite the feat... XD
ReplyDeleteMaybe I'll catch a cod and see if he'll sign it for me. :0)
DeleteToo funny! :-)
ReplyDeleteIt was rather amusing.
DeleteSilly guy! But never a dull moment! :)
ReplyDeleteHi, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteI wonder if the cod had a pic of a roo. :)
I was 14 in 1964 when the Beatles and their mates invaded America and Western civilization went wacko over all things British. Overnight, millions of teenage boys in the U.S. grew their hair long and adopted limey accents to impress the girls. :)
Have a great weekend, dear friend Sherry!
Funny you mention 1964. I was just watching a video of the Beatles singing 1964. I wonder how my daughter would have reacted to the British invasion if she had been a teen at that time.
DeleteWho knew there was so much confusion in signing a cod. haha
ReplyDeleteI know. It was ridiculous. ;-)
DeleteFor a minute there I thought the cod is a code for a new techie stuff. :)
ReplyDeleteThat would make sense. ;-)
DeleteThat's they way to annoy him. Perhaps until the next thing.
ReplyDeleteHe didn't speak in his Aussie accent the next day, so it must've done the trick.
DeleteI do love me Australian accent!
ReplyDeleteIt is pretty cool, but when my son does it, it's really hard to understand him!
DeleteToo funny! I work with someone from Australia. Your son would love listening to her accent and the interesting words she uses for some items. :) Also- a co-worker's husband is from Australia and it is interesting listening to him as well.
ReplyDeleteI bet they have some interesting words!
DeleteAnother wonderful story from you Sherry, Keep up with the questions I say,
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
I'm good at asking questions!
DeleteLoving it, the Australian accent at least preferable to the 'gangster rap' we hear here.
ReplyDeleteI haven't heard the gangster rap from the UK. I wonder if it's similar to the American rap.
DeleteHaha ! So Funny :) I love reading your Posts as they are always Filled with Something to smile about, which definitely makes my day :)
ReplyDeleteIt's usually pretty light-hearted here.
DeleteGosh, Mom. You need a course in Aussie if you're going to keep up with that son of yours.
ReplyDeleteYes. First it was motorcycle language. Now it's Aussie. I have to be a genius to keep up with him!
DeleteI wonder, then, if it was hod to sign that paper cod, after all that time spend playing in the yod?
ReplyDeleteAs for me, I'd rather just hop in my cah and drive to Boston.
Haha! I think you and my son would have no trouble understanding each other!
DeleteSounds a fun way to sign a cod...not a live one!
ReplyDeletePaper cods are definitely much easier to sign!
DeleteLol, the Aussie accent can be confusing, as are the Scottish and New Zealand accents.
ReplyDeleteI bet you're wonderfull playing piano... I'd looove to see you Upstairs in a packed concert HintHint
ReplyDeleteNeed some new fangled thots and ideers?? Look no firdr, brudda...
Greetings, earthling! Can't stay long, done gotta git, Paw ...yet, if I'm a sower, we plant the Seed; if I'm an artist, we write the Word:
I actually saw Seventh-Heaven when we died: you couldn't GET any moe curly, extravagantly-surplus-lush Upstairs when my beautifull, brilliant, bombastic, bawlsy girly passed-away at 17 (God calls U.S. home regardless).
"Those who are wise will shine as brightly as the expanse of the Heavens, and those who have instructed many in uprightousness, as bright as stars for all eternity"
-Daniel 12:3
Here's what the prolific, exquisite GODy sed: 'the more you shall honor Me, the more I shall bless you'
-the Infant Jesus of Prague.
Go git'm, girl. You're incredible.
See you Upstairs...
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