If You Think That Is Instiresting, Let Me Tell You the One about...

I'm not a morning person. That is no secret. So why do my kids hit me with The Big Stuff first thing in the a.m.?

Natalie, over breakfast this morning: Mommy, you know the story about the person who hurt Uncle Jonathan with a gun?

*gulp*

Me, trying to open my eyes all the way and get my brain fired up for whatever will follow her initial question: Ummm, yeah?

N: Will you tell me that story again?

OMG, why? Why-hy-hy-hy-hy???

C: Why, sweetie?

N: Because I found it very instiresting.

She found it very in...WHAT? She found it INTERESTING?

Okay, I can think of 72 adjectives right off the top of my head to describe the tragic tale of my brother's murder. "Instiresting" falls nowhere on the list.

So, either I succeeded in keeping it light to the point of entertaining her rather than scaring her when I explained why Jon isn't here OR she is just a morbid little ghoul who will start dressing like Marilyn Manson any day now.

Awesome.

Instiresting indeed.