Kids are somewhat literal. Ahem.
We invited some new friends to come over for lunch after church today.
Of course, when someone is coming over the boys have two standard and immediate questions:
Who is coming? and
Do they have kids?
The second question being the more pressing.
I'm trying to teach the boys to be good hosts; to think of activities that might interest our guests, whom I've only observed in church. So I started my Mom-ologue by explaining that the boy and girl are both a bit older than Wyatt (12) and seem very calm and quiet. Possibly even shy. Like, hint hint... they're probably not going to want to have plastic light-saber duels, fir-cone wars, or certain other things my boys find entertaining.
The second the words calm and quiet left my mouth Gunnar piped up, "Oh. So they're not our type, Mom."
Friends, if you ever read this, please know that our kids enjoyed your kids and would like to play with them again (!) and that Gunnar meant only that they are Not Like Us, as opposed to Not Liked BY Us.