#282
Rockstar: Mum. I gotta question. Why is it when I was young it took days to get to a place and nowadays it doesn’t? (He thinks long-haul flights felt longer when he was younger)
Me: So… you are very old now, issit?
Rockstar (seriously): I am…
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Rockstar: Mum. How do you spell “Mummy,” is that with one “m” or two?
Me: You can spell “Heterochromia” but you can’t spell “Mummy”???
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Rockstar: Mum. Look at this! (Spacing in some writing he was doing – more on that later)
Me: (Gushing because I was just grumbling he’d messed up a birthday card) Oh, very nice spacing!
Rockstar: Ah, I just make wise decisions.
Wise, Grave Senior Citizen over lunch today (coincidentally he also ordered – and actually finished – the adult sized Penne Bolognese over the kiddie portion…)
Rockstar is ever so serious. He must be pulling your leg with the mummy spelling.
Don’t know, with this guy… He’s either incredibly deadpan or guffaw-crazy, so…..