Friday, June 04, 2004
If Ever, Oh Ever, A Wiz There Was
Philip has decided not to let the lack of siblings hinder him from blaming everything on someone else (without going all Family Circus and blaming "not me"). When confronted with something he doesn't want to cop to (i.e., who drew on this wall with crayon?) he says, "It was the Wizard." (Although he does this thing where he sometimes draws out his "r's," so it comes out more like "Wizurrrd;" he also does it when saying he's "nerrrvous," which he doesn't quite use appropriately, so it's cute and altogether another story.)
Last night he fell asleep in the recliner with a sandwich in his lap. Later he got up to use the bathroom and when he got back to the chair noticed his sandwich was on the floor.
"Hey!" he says, "Who put my sandwich on the floor."
"You did," says I, "when you got up to use the bathroom."
"No I didn't." Him again. "You did it. Why'd you put my sandwich on the floor?"
Not wanting to take the fall for something I certainly didn't do, I suggest: "Do you think the Wizard did it while you were asleep?"
"Yeah, it was the Wizard. Stupid Wizard."
Stupid Wizard, indeed.
Mikesell
