Big E: Jewish and Proud

Big E is a talker.  Not only is he a talker, he has zero filter.  Which can be very dangerous.  Mr. Yoy and I are very careful (most of the time) of what we say in front of him.

Half of our conversation is spelled out.  When Big E finally learns to read, it will totally S-U-C-K.

As we were leaving the pool this afternoon, we encountered an employee of the clubhouse leaving her shift.

For the record, she began the conversation with Big E.  Which I'm sure she'll regret forever.

It started innocently, but once she engaged Big E, the information was free-flowing. 

I CAN COUNT TO ONE HUNDRED.

I CAN COUNT TO MORE THAN ONE HUNDRED.

MOST OF MY FRIENDS ARE FIVE.

I'M NOT, UNTIL NOVEMBER.

On and on he went.

She asked him about dinner plans.

CHICKEN NUGGETS?  OR TORTELLINI PASTA?  OR PEAS?

I finally peeled Big E away from this poor woman.

She yelled some parting words to Big E across the giant pool.

ENJOY YOUR CHICKEN NUGGETS!

In my mind, I played out what some appropriate answers to her would have been.

THANK YOU!  or I WILL!

But not my son.  He blasted out a jewel that sent everyone within hearing distance laughing.

WE'RE JEWISH!

That was his response.  While true, it is completely irrelevant to this conversation.

I swear it echoed across the pool for five minutes.

Oy.

I feel like this may sometimes be appropriate.