The other night, Cashel and my brother (his dad) were hanging out. They had had some dinner, they were sitting around talking (Cashel is 7, by the way) … and it wasn’t a particularly deep conversation, there was no seriousness, it was all very casual, you know, an everyday normal conversation.
Then suddenly, Cashel leaned back on the couch, put his hands behind his head, and said contemplatively, out of the blue: “I’d rather be a peasant with wit than a king with no wit.”
I mean… when someone just comes OUT with something like that, what can you say?? Especially if that person is a wee 7 year old boy?
Is he Irish or what? Glad to see he has his priorities straight.
That is classic!
Can we go for a twofer, a king WITH wit??
Wit is usually in-bred out of them by the third or fourth generation.
John – er, not if you’re Irish. Wit is sometimes the ONLY thing that’s passed on. :)
Oh wait John. I’m slow. now I understand; you are speaking of KINGS being inbred so they have no more wit. Ah yes. Very true, very true. Eddie Izzard does a very funny bit out of that.
“So you’re a plumber…what on EARTH is that?”
;)
“I’m Royalty…oh, and I see you’re Royalty, too. Well we should marry, and breed so our gene pool can collectively go right into the toilet…”
“And that’s why it’s a bad idea when cousins marry.”
And yes – that plumber line. hahahaha
I miss Brendan.
Sweet Alex. I’ll tell him you said that.
Scene at home:
Me (while trimming the filthy, overgrown and splintered fingernails of a five-year-old boy, imitates Bugs Bunny in the evil scientist’s castle): You monsters must lead interesting lives.
Boy (grimaces, rolls eyes back, grinds out the words through clenched teeth): I…AM NOT…INTERESTING!
Me:
Boy: The only thing interesting about me is, I AM NOCTURNAL!