Schooled

Last night, we invited our four-year-old neighbor and his parents to see the pumpkins I’d carved. He actually gave me the small one out of their garden (he’s a wee bit smitten with me), so I thought it’d be fun for him to see what I’d done with it.

Here’s our conversation:

Me: Thanks for coming down to see me, C!

Four-year-old C: What’s wrong with you?

Me: …um, what?

C: What’s wrong with you?

Me: …

C: WHY did we have to come visit you? What’s wrong with you?

Me: …oh. Well, nothing’s wrong with me. I just thought you might like to see how I carved the pumpkin you gave me. See? It’s all lit up, and—

C: Wanna watch me jump off your porch?

Me: Um. Sure.

So much for trying to share my joy with children. :)