Happy 2015! For those of you new to the blog, this is where I write silly nonsense, overheard conversations or ten minute plays. Mostly, though, I chronicle the conversations that I’ve been having with my son Nicholas, who is now four and a half years old. This one happened tonight…
NICK: COME ON, ROBIN!!!
ME: Where we going, Batman? IT’S TIME FOR YOUR BATH!
NICK: I KNOW! COME ON! WE HAVE TO FIGHT CRIME IN THE BATHROOM!
ME: Right behind you!
NICK: Okay. Ssssh! Be quiet, Robin. All the bad guys are here in the bathroom.
ME: Should we call Commissioner Gordon?
NICK: No. He’s not home.
ME: Where is he?
NICK: His grammy passed away.
ME: Oh… I’m so sorry to hear that.
NICK: She didn’t die. She just moved. She has a house underwater. But she doesn’t have any clothes or a bathing suit. So he’s taking clothes to her.
ME: Ah. So Commissioner Gordon is traveling underwater to bring a swimsuit to his naked grandma.
ME: So we shouldn’t bother him, then.