"Grossing in" and Tales from the Crypt

This is a two part short story of another one of Adam's gem of a saying, and how he frightened the poor l teen babysitter at the YMCA adventure zone today.   First, the barf story:


Adam came home from school on Friday.  As we do when we pick him up from the bus stop, we asked how his day was, who he played with, what activities he did, etc...etc...When we asked him if he ate his lunch he stated firmly, "no."


"Why not?"  Michael asked.


"Well....because a kid throwed (sic) up in the cafeteria."


"Did you see it happen?"  I asked.


"No, but I saw it on the floor after....it grossed me IN."


trying to stifle our laughter, we both said, "what? "


"It grossed me in."  Adam repeated.


"It grossed you IN?"  repeated Michael.


"Yeah."


"Not out but in?" I inquired.


"Yeah.  It grossed me in."


We were laughing too much to correct him!


And now time for "Tales of the Crypt Keeper" and how a sweet little 5 year old boy frightened the bejeesus out of a teen girl.:


Today, I dropped off Adam at the YMCA Adventure Zone to play while I did my spinning thing.  Almost an hour later, I came back downstairs to pick him up, but he was busy drawing something and wanted a little more time.  Over the noise I couldn't hear what he was telling me (and he wouldn't get up from the table for fear that I would make him leave the "zone"), so one of the young girls watching the kids walked over to ask him what he was saying, so she could relay to me.  All I could hear of the conversation was "Mexico."  I instantly knew what he was drawing and what he was talking about.  The stunned look on her face confirmed my suspicions.


She turned ever so slowly walked towards me, the color drained from her face and a very concerned expression overcame her.


She stood in front of me, and for a few seconds was speechless.  


"Crypt keeper?"  I asked.


she nodded.


"He say he's in Mexico?"  


"yup."  She was silent a few more seconds then relayed his message.  "He said he's drawing the crypt keeper and that he lives in Mexico.  He comes back here when someone isn't living anymore and needs to go to the ground."  gulp.   After he told her this tale, he nonchalantly went back to drawing.


I tried to assure her that he's a sweet boy, he's just been fascinated with Halloween, skeletons, zombies and the macabre since he was 2.  He's never tortured anything,  he's never picked a fight with anyone, in fact he's a kissable, lovable, sweet little boy despite his nutty obsession!  (And prior to our trip to the Y, he very gently released the butterflies he had grown in his habitat.)


"Well maybe he'll be a director or do movies."  She smiled.  "He has quite the imagination."


That he does....






No children were harmed in the writing of this blog...