Classic Caleb, age 7

I love the conversations I have with Caleb.

Yesterday before bed.

Caleb: “ Mummy, do you know the difference between Ninjas and spies?”

Caleb: Mummy, do you know how to draw a Ninja? Would you like me to show you?

This morning at 6:30am Caleb climbs into bed with me. Being such a nice little boy, you would think that he would say, "good morning mummy, how are you". Alas, all pleasantries ignored he cuts straight to the chase,

Caleb: "Mummy, why haven't I ever held a chicken head skeleton?".

Me: (Thinking) Good morning to you to Caleb.

Me: I’m not quite sure, you just haven’t. (failed again as a mother)

Caleb: "Mummy"

Me: Yes Caleb"

Caleb: “Can I take a chicken head to school today for show and tell?”

Me: “ No Caleb, I don’t have any chicken heads, how about you take your alien instead?”

Caleb: “Mummy”

Me: “Yes Caleb”

Caleb: “What I would really like is to hold a chicken without its head on and see what it does”.

Me: “It won’t do anything, it will be dead”

Caleb: “Yes but chickens sometimes move a bit after their heads are cut off”


Caleb wonders off to go and see if he can annoy Bethany.

A bit later.

Caleb: “Mummy”

Me: “Yes Caleb”

Caleb: “ Why are the Somalis trying to blow me up?

He reminds me of Calvin as in Calvin and Hobbes.