In The Car With Lola
Because Lola was deemed contagious and not allowed to go to school until tomorrow, Biggy and I tag-teamed taking care of her today. The plan: morning shift for me, and Biggy would meet us at Portfolio Center at noon, so I could get ready for my one o'clock class. On the way into town, Lo asked me to quiz her, a frequent request, and we started with spelling. As I often do, I looked around on the roadside for word ideas:
Lo: Mom! That's too easy!
Lo: Huh? What's that?
TR: OK! Oil.
TR: Fine. Boil.
Lo: But what did you say?
TR: I said OIL, but BOIL is fine.
Lo: Boil like that lady who always picks her son up from ASP has on her face? Do you know who I'm talking about?
TR: No, I don't think I've seen her.
Lo: Yes you have. She looks like she's got a big wad of gum in her mouth.
Lo: What exactly IS a boil anyway?
TR: I don't really know--some kind of infected bump. But I was thinking boil like 'boil water.'
Lo: On Fairly God Parents, Elmer has a big red boil named Bob on his face. Bob has a mouth and talks and controls Elmer.
TR: Seriously?! Who makes this sh-crap up?! Can you just spell it already? Or choose a different word?
Lo: That woman at ASP, with the boil on her face--do you think when she's asleep at night, if she rolls over on it, it will pop? I've been wondering about that.
TR: Oh my god, Lo! Can we change the subject?
Lo: What's inside a boil?