Most fathers probably find their seven-year-olds hilarious at times.  Niall, I think, is objectively hilarious.

1. Niall and I were at the home of my father and his wife (“Nana Judy”).  They have a wooden fort installed for him.  He draws a sign to put at the entrance:

For your safty: no adults or human humen girls allowed

My father asks him about it:

My father:  It’s not safe for girls?

Niall:  No.

My father:  Why not?

Niall:  They might get hurt.

My father:  How?

Niall:  They might get pushed off.

2. Niall comes to me and tells me that he wants to build a trapdoor in it.  He describes it, and how it will work, carefully watching to make sure I think it’s a good idea.  Then he says, “OK.  Well, first I need to ask permission to use the chainsaw.”  He says this Christopher-Robin-level politely — as if he could sweet-talk his way into it.

3. Nana Judy is holding a sick rabbit near their hutch, and Niall inquires after it in an unusual but endearing order:

Niall:  What’s his name?

Judy:  ‘Rex’.

Niall:  What is he?

OK, my enamorment might be paternal sentimentalism.  If so, shush.  I’m going to pretend otherwise. 

Sun, 29 May 2011 21:22:59 +0000
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