B-log
faith, life and everything in between
Cotter: Daddy?
Me: Yes?
Cotter: You know that red-haired guy?
Me: Which red-haired guy?
Cotter: The one with red hair.
Me: I have no idea what you are talking about.
Cotter: The guy that’s always at the burger place.
Me: Oh, you mean Ronald McDonald.
He: That’s right. So should I call him “Ronald” or “Mick”?
Me: Call him “Ronald.”
Cotter: Well, some people call you “Mac…”
Me: I’m not sure we know him well enough yet to call him “Mick.”
Cotter: Is he the Burger King?
Me: No…that’s some other guy.
Cotter: So which one is Wendy married to?
Me: Are you trying to tell me that you are ready for lunch?
Cotter: Oh, yes sir! That’d be great!
Me: So what do you want?
Cotter: A peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Me: I don’t know if I’ll ever understand you.
Cotter McAnally, 2007 (age 8)
