Dinner conversations in our house tend to be, umm, unique. Here's the latest peak into our amusing world ...
me: "Kai, come eat dinner"
Kai: "I can't, I'm pupating." (from within an overturned laundry hamper)
me: "Well make it fast, dinner's on the table."
Kai: "But it takes 5000 days" (wow, what species IS she?)
... finally finished pupating, she sits, staring down her pork tenderloin & drying her imaginary wings …
Kai: "What is that brown stuff? Is it nectar?"
Craig: "It's meat flower nectar, good for butterfly wings."
Kai: "Oh, ok."
Have to admit, I never thought the words "meat flower nectar" would ever come out of our mouths.
Mind you, as a friend pointed out, 5000 days + her current age would actually find her maturing into an adult human. Maybe she's onto something.
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