My son's very favorite thing in life is cardboard and masking tape. He will spend hours making projects out of these two things. That being said...enjoy! My son has decided that his new favorite word is Hobo. He calls pretty much everything a hobo from me, to the dog, to his sister, etc. I'm not sure where he has even heard that word. It's not one I've used except maybe when I tell them how their Dad was a Hobo one Halloween. Anyway, it just started yesterday and I swear I've heard the word Hobo 257 times already today. He's even starting to use it as a verb like "Hey, I'm gonna hobo this ball in the air" or even an adjective like "Hey, shut your hobo face". (he got in trouble for that one!)
So after being called a hobo enough times, his sister asked him if he even knew what it meant. This is how it went down...
Him - "You're a big hobo face"
Her - "Do you even know what a hobo is?"
Him - "um....yeah"
Her - "Then what is it?"
Him - "Um, I don't know. Mom, what's a hobo?"
Me - "Well, it's someone who doesn't have a home. They don't have a job so they can't pay for a house, they are homeless."
Him - "So where do they sleep and eat."
Me - "Well, they have to sleep outside. Sometimes they don't have any food. They have to find their own food or go hungry."
At this point, he looks kinda sad then his sister says...
"Yeah - they have to live in a cardboard box and hunt for their own food"
Him - "Sweeeeeeet - I want to be a hobo! I can go build my house right now with my cardboard! Mom, can I be a hobo when I grow up?"
How does a mom answer that without crushing all his dreams?
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