I guess little kid's newest boss ate a poisonous frog and died.
I pointed out that it was starting to look a little suspicious--two sets of work friends and bosses dying of freak accidents shortly after he began working there. He agreed and sincerely seems to hope that these people can quit making bad choices.
He liked that job too--he was putting dinosaurs and old cars together for a museum. Now he's working in his brother's art museum. I have told him there will be hell to pay if his newest boss has any freak accidents and dies and that if he wants a new job, he should just give Big Kid his letter of resignation instead of staging any polar bear attacks or poison frog ingestion.
Yesterday little kid was running around searching for his cowboy boots before we left to go on a boat ride.
"Wear your Crocs, it doesn't make sense to wear boots on the boat!" I reminded him.
"I needa wear my wook boots! 'at's what I wear, my wook boots. Not Cwocs!"
"No, wear the Crocs. You're going on the boat so boots don't make sense."
"I want my boots, mumum! My wook boots, I needs 'em!!"
"Fine. Get me in twouble, mumum. My boss is gonna be bishin when I show up in Cwocs and not wook boots."
"What did you just say? Your boss is going to be...?"
"Bishin if I don't wear wook boots."
"BISHIN. MY BOSS WILL BE BISHIN' AT ME IF I DON'T WEAR BOOTS."
"Um...that's a bad word. I'm pretty sure you're saying a bad word and that's bad. Do you mean 'complaining'? Like your boss will be mad?"
"Yep, he gonna be bishin' at me 'cuz of dis. 'at's what I'm sayin' to you."
Awesome. My 3-year-old now uses "to bitch" as a verb. We can probably thank Mr. Ashley for all of the talk about bosses bishing.