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The story of how the movie Zathura won’t be watched at our house for a few days

The wee one just came up to me, grinned and said, "Get me a juicebox, dee-otch."

"Excuse me?" I said, eyes narrowing.

He laughed merrily. "Get me a juicebox, dee-otch!"

Oh no he di’int.

"Where did you hear that?" I demanded, struggling against my instinct to correct his pronunciation.

"In the movie with the robot."

I briefly debate blowing it off and telling him it’s "Please get me a juicebox, dee-otch." But then I worry he may say this to someone else one day and they won’t think it’s as funny as I do.

So the movie with the robot goes on the shelf for a while.

I know, I know. That’s a real dee-otchy thing to do. Alas.

3 thoughts on “The story of how the movie Zathura won’t be watched at our house for a few days”

  1. That is so funny… You mamas… so many decisions to make, like, ALL the time… Oh, and: “Oh no he di’int.” *Snork!* You, Kari, are so ghetto-fabulous… 🙂 -Joy

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  3. I have told this story to about 50 people already. HILARIOUS!
    It’s hilarious because it happened to you, not me. If my wee one said that to me, I’d probably dee-otch slap him. ha ha ha (not really. but I would want to.)

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