When the cows come home
The A-Train reminds me fairly frequently that I am an old guy. The other night, for example, he was badgering me for a bite of my lasagne. I shared, and he burned his mouth. Much wailing and gnashing of teeth followed.
As soon as the wailing stopped, he wanted another bite. I said no, not until it cooled down. He asked please, please? I said no. "But what about ..."
No, I said. You can ask 'til the cows come home, but you are not getting another bite until it cools down.
His eyes perked up. "The cows are coming?"
No, its just an exp--
"When are the cows coming? Are they coming here to our house?"
It's just an expression, Buddy. It means that--
"I think they are coming. When will they get here?"
He was very disappointed to discover that we were not actually expecting bovine visitors. Heck, by the end of the conversation, so was I.
As soon as the wailing stopped, he wanted another bite. I said no, not until it cooled down. He asked please, please? I said no. "But what about ..."
No, I said. You can ask 'til the cows come home, but you are not getting another bite until it cools down.
His eyes perked up. "The cows are coming?"
No, its just an exp--
"When are the cows coming? Are they coming here to our house?"
It's just an expression, Buddy. It means that--
"I think they are coming. When will they get here?"
He was very disappointed to discover that we were not actually expecting bovine visitors. Heck, by the end of the conversation, so was I.
posted by Derek the Great at 11:28 AM
1 Comments:
I am very much looking forward to conversations between the A-Train and the K-Train! As well, I love that you are doing this. I would read your grocery lists... that's just how entertaining I find your writing.
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