Oldy but a Goody

This story happened when Urban was 3. When I picked him up from daycare he was all agitated.  Something had happened in his preschool class.  Addison got in trouble, apparently, and this was his description of the crime.

"Mama! Miss Georgia brought a friend to school today!"
"Oh, really?" I say.  "Who?"
"A man. But Addison got in big trouble because she popped his head off."
"What?"  I flick the rear view mirror down so I can look at him as we pull up to a red light.
"Addison popped his head off."
"She hit him??"  I ask, confused.
"No, she popped his head off, and she got a time out."
"She popped his head off? Was he a toy?" I ask.
"No, Mama, a MAN."
"A REAL man?" I squeak, trying to hold back laughter.
"Yes! A person. A real man."
"And Addison popped his head off? That must have been really scary. Were you there when it happened?" I try my best to keep a straight face as I question him.  He is clearly very upset by the whole thing.
"No. I was helping Sophie finish the fish puzzle. But Addison got a time out."
"Um, right, because she popped a REAL man's head off."
"Yep."
"Did he have to go to the doctor?"  I am so baffled at this point, I decide to play along.
"No."
"Did he need a bandaid?"
"No." (giggles)
"But Addison popped his head off?"
"Yes! What do you think happened to his skin?"  (Urban is very fascinated by the human body at how it works.)
"Um, I don't know, but I would think he would need to see a doctor."
(More giggles.) "No. That's silly. He's just a doll, but I'm going to be a doctor someday, so tomorrow I'm going to go to school and help Miss Georgia pop her friend's head back on."
"That's very nice. I'm sure she'll appreciate that."  As we pull into the driveway I can't hold back my hysterical laughter anymore, and I dissolve into gleeful tears.


And that is the story of how a 4-year-old girl popped a man's head off.  (In case you missed it, the "man" was Ken.  Poor guy.  He's been through so much since the big breakup.)