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.