I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts

Being the ever-cool mom I am, I always try to introduce my kid to all the wonderful things to be found in pop culture – The Ramones, Firefly, Doctor Who, etc.  He spent the entirety of his fourth year on Earth in a Darth Vader costume.  When someone plays some top 40 garbage for him, he’ll crank up Jane’s Addiction in response.  He’s a fairly cool kid.

Even if I do say so myself.

So, imagine my delight when at 11 years of age he has decided to replace walking with trotting like he’s on a horse while making clopping noises ala Monty Python and The Holy Grail.

Yesterday when I was making out the grocery list he told me,

“Put coconuts on there.  I need them for my horse noises.”

And he clop-clopped off into the other room.

Major parental pride ensued.