Anyone would think we were big drinkers in our house, judging by some of the comments that come out of Birdy’s mouth. (I assure you, we’re not!) I recently noted on Facebook that I was lost for words when Birdy asked me: ‘Why can’t monks go to the pub?’ Seriously, how do you answer that question? (The funniest answer I got on FB was something about sandals violating the dress regulations!)
But even more alarming (or amusing, depending on your point of view) was this little conversation she role-played with a couple of dolls.
Doll 1: What’s your name?
Doll 2: Um, I forget. Because I was out very late at the pub last night.
Doll 1: Why would being at the pub make you forget?
Doll 2: Because I just had a drink that makes you forget things.
As you can imagine, hubby and I nearly fell off our chairs when we heard that. I’m hoping it’s just one of those flukey coincidences; that Birdy made something random up and it just happened to make sense. If not, I’m wondering how she’s sneaking out at night without anybody noticing. Should I be concerned?