Thursday, February 19, 2009

The Breakfast of Champions

I work from home. I was writing a proposal for a prospective client when my wife came in to deliver this breaking news, from the breakfast table of our children:

"Aunt Jemima made my pancakes," Max, seven, told Vic, four.

Now at his point you are probably suspecting as I was that there was going to be some racial slur born from childish innocent. But no. It's better than that.

"Who is Aunt Vagina?" Vic asked.

"Not Aunt Vagina, Aunt Jemima," Max corrected him.

"Where does Aunt Vagina get her pancakes?"

If anyone has the answer, please leave it in the comments for all to appreciate...

8 comments:

Crimogenic said...

I don't have an answer but this is just as bad when my younger brother asked me what the heck did the pills on the cylais commercials do...

um, um, um.

Anita said...

Hilarious!

Rick Daley said...

I have two computers in my home office, and when my wife came in and told me that I had to take the 5 minutes and throw it onto the blog, otherwise I would have forgotten it.

Somewhere on this blog there's another short dialogue from my kids about pine nuts and allergies. Check that one out when you have a second...

bernthis said...

Aunt Vagina gets her pancakes from ....okay, that is just too gross a question, sorry. Maybe Wikipedia has the answer

Rich said...

Vic is a card! Wait until he gets to be a teenager. I pray to live a very long life just to see how the grandkids turnout!

Vodka Mom said...

vagina? VAGINA???


that was f***ing great.

Rick Daley said...

It's awesome when there are kids around to produce gems like this. I swear you can't make this sh!t up...

The Unbreakable Child said...

Awesome gem! Kids say everything better.