Driving along old Boston Post Road today, Juma and Justin discussed paint ball guns. Juma announced that he'd be old enough to have a paint ball gun when he's seven. This playful conversation ensued:
Sarah: Seven? I don't think so.
Juma: Yes! Seven!
Justin: Seven's old enough, isn't it?
Sarah: Noooo. Seven year olds aren't even old enough to not cry when the paint ball hits.
Justin: Well, he'll learn to take it like a man. Juma, when you get hit, you can't cry. You just say, all manly, Arrggh!
Sarah: He can learn to be a man when he's older and the paint ball hits.
Juma: Okay, fine, nine. I can when I'm nine. I promise! When I'm nine, okay?
Justin: I had a bee-bee gun when I was seven.
Sarah: Oh, bull.
Justin: I'm pretty sure it was seven.
Sarah: I'm asking your mother.
Justin: Whatever. Juma, it doesn't hurt even hurt.
Sarah: Doesn't hurt? It leaves welts. Anything that leaves welts hurts.
Justin: It doesn't hurt.
Sarah: Juma, it hurts.
Juma: Dad, does it hurt?
Justin: No.
Juma: Mom, you are a genius!
We bust out laughing and because we expected Juma to say, "Mom, you are a liar." Turns out Juma got the word genius from an audio CD of Toy Story. Woody tells Buzz, "The window! Buzz, you are a genius." Juma's also been quoting, "You are a sad, strange little man."
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