So yesterday I’m bringing home a load of girls from school, my two and one extra, you know, just for the fun of it. Sometimes the conversations had by kids while sitting in the car are extremely entertaining. This one didn’t disappoint.
The conversation really got rolling as they starting talking about thier friend’s hamster and my girilies' gerbil.
Girl6: What if we took your hamster and our gerbil and put them in a ball together and then floated them out in the ocean.
Friend: You couldn’t do that.
Girl8:No, you couldn’t do that.
Friend: They would sink
Girl8: They would drown.
Girl6: No wait. Wait! I’m not done with the story. But they would sink down and grow gills. Then they would have baby hamgers.
All: (Laughing) Hamgers.
The subject switches that quick...
All: Bread, bread, bread. (they sang out "bread" very loud and operatic excited about the fresh loaf I had in the car)
Girl8: I love bread. I love it so much, I want to eat out its guts.
Girl6: It's guts. (giggling) But not if it was male. I would not eat its guts if it was male.
Friend: No, not if it was a male. I wouldn’t eat anything if it was a male.
Friend: But wait. If I ate fish, which I don’t, because I hate fish. But if I ate fish, it might be a male.
All: (they recall when they went to the salmon hatchery when they saw male and female fish)
Girl8: Remember they squeezed the male and he peed.
Friend: He didn’t pee.
Girls6,8: Yah, he did.
Friend: But remember it was white, not yellow.
All: Eew. Then conversation turned to getting buckets of white pee and someone drinking it—on ice.
Girl8: I would NOT drink male fish fertilizer pee.
And that’s when we all got out of the car to run an errand, the day went on, like that whole conversation was perfectly normal.