This is one to file under “cute things they say”.
Yesterday, I had to wrap two birthday gifts for the boys to give. I asked Moose to help me so Wild Thing could do his homework. I let Moose pick the wrapping paper for each gift.
Moose: Can you put a bow on B’s present?
Me: Yes, choose a bow.
Moose: I like the green one.
Me: No, there’s no green in the wrapping paper (“Cars” movie paper). Pick a different color. How about red, like ‘Mayter?
Moose: No, I want a “disco bow”.
Me: What’s a disco bow?
Moose: A sparkly one, like a disco ball.
Me: Ohh. [smacking my head, duh!] A disco bow!
He chose a gold disco bow, fyi.
Now, I remember the disco years. I was in high school then. I loved all that disco music; I still do. What I want to know is, how does a 4 year-old know what disco is? Are they playing “Disco Duck” or “Saturday Night Fever” in Pre-Kindergarten these days?