We laughed. We drank. We swam. It was fun.
A couple hours passed and we decided that we were going to leave.
On a small sidenote, the cool thing about having a boy and a girl is the fact that one parent can take one kid into the restroom and change him and vice versa for the other.
So, I was changing my kid into his 'street clothes' and as normal he started babbling. And by babbling I mean singing the Wow, Wow, Wubbzy song followed by some semi-coherent words and a couple understandable sentences followed by babble again.
Then, as I started to put on his shorts, he stopped - mid sentence - turned his head slowly to meet my gaze and said...
"The aliens are coming."
I stopped mid-pull, took a couple steps back and stared at him in disbelief.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"The aliens are coming," he said again and then went back to his babbling, sing-songing, crazy fragmented sentences as happy as can be.
Could this be true? Had my son been sent a message like the children in the Nicholas Cage not-too-shabby Alex Proyas-directed movie Knowing? Did he know something that the adults didn't know?
"When?" was the only word that could be uttered from my mouth. "When will this happen?" I pleaded with my son like he was the newborn Dalai Lama.
"VDM," he said followed by the words "Kaka".
So, assuming my three-year old son picked up Roman Numerology from these aliens...
V - stands for 5
D - stands for 500
M - stands for 1000
So, to paraphrase my son in Star Wars jibberish, "In 1,505 we're all going to shit."
The only questions I have, and this is my big uncertainty here, was he referring to years, days, hours or minutes? Or, am I just really, truly, finally going insane?
I'm going to vote for the former.
Consider yourself warned...sort of.
1 comment:
Thanks for the heads up; good stuff, Brad.
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