Future Rap Star?Posted: January 8, 2008
So Aidan goes to pre-school on Tuesday and Thursday. And, in the interest of logistics, Erin goes to my mother-in-law’s when Renee goes to work, so it’s just us two men hanging out on Tuesday and Thursday morning.
The oil man came to make a (very expensive) delivery this morning, so our attention was focused on watching that entire process.
When the truck left, I realized we only had a few minutes to get dressed and out of the house at our normal time to keep things on schedule.
That’s when the following occured:
“Come on, bud, we don’t want to be late. Let’s hustle.”
“But, Dad,” he started, “I don’t want to hustle or bustle or muscle or wustle.”
I just cracked up and said, “Well, OK, but let’s hurry up.” And we did.
Oh, and yeah, wustle isn’t really a word. We know this, right? But it was funny to hear him make up another rhyme.
What else? I got nothin’ (except a pile of work to do).