Eliot
I definitely just met the most fantastic kid on the planet. His name is Eliot, and he is nine years old.
Eliot (looking at all the hair on the floor): Wouldn’t it be weird if you pulled the hair that you cut off and I could still feel it?
Me: Kind of like Phantom Limb syndrome?
Eliot: What’s that?
Me: It’s something that can happen if you lose your leg in a car accident or something. Even though the leg isn’t there anymore people can sometimes still feel it hurting or itching.
Eliot: If I had to lose any of my senses it would definitely be pain.
Me: But pain is useful! How would you know if you accidentally touched a hot stove or something? By the time you figured it out it would be too late and your hand would have burned off.
Eliot: Who cares? I have another one.
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Me: So, when you grow up and become a famous soccer player, will you still let me cut your hair?
Eliot: Probably. If you’re still alive.
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Me: Will you come hang out with me every day?
Eliot: I don’t think that would work with my schedule.
Me: That’s unfortunate.
Eliot: Isn’t it?
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Me: Where did you come from, kid?
Eliot: California.
HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Comment by redheadmomma — August 6, 2009 @ August 6, 2009 at 7:47 am