Poo Vay Maw Parlatwoket?

CB106351Allow me to introduce you to french–sort of. Every night, for the past 11 years, my son and I have a routine: I say it’s bed time and he tries to convince me otherwise. I tuck him in and he always remembers he forgot something in the kitchen, dining room or any other room downstairs. And finally, I threaten and tickle; he ignores me and squeals.

Well, this particular night he thought he’d try something a little different.

When I came into the room, the light was on and he was wearing his monster truck pajamas with his suit jacket. He bowed when I entered the room saying: right this way, Madam. He took my hand and kissed it and led me to his neatly made bed. Then he got down on his knees and said: poo vay ma parlatwoket? Then he started hacking, like he was choking on something; he cleared his throat and said: now where were we?

At this point, I did what any good mother would do: I laughed, HYSTERICALLY, until I was crying.

It’s moments like these that make my job as a mother soo darn delightful!

Once I dried my tears, I tucked him in as he fussed every step of the way. I got in 2 good tickles and made him say uncle twice before letting him be.

Before I left the room I asked him what the phrase meant. He immediately answered: would you let me stay up, I promise I’ll clean my room and do all of my chores. Plus, I’ll even do my laundry. So, wha-da-ya say?

Wow, all of that for that tiny little sentence. What can I say? The boy’s got skill.

Thanks for visiting,


One thought on “Poo Vay Maw Parlatwoket?

  1. Elissa says:

    It uplifts my soul when I hear about the existence of healthy, whole families — filled with love, laughter and joy, in spite of life’s curve balls thrown at it. Somehow it manages to make the day a little brighter. Thanks to you and your son, my day is a lot brighter! =)


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