Today, #2 had a fever, so I allowed him to lay on the couch and read instead of doing his normal schoolwork. I gave him this really cool book called " A Traveller's History of England" and told him that when I came home from shopping, I wanted him to be able to tell me something interesting he'd like to see while we're in England. He grumbled, but eventually agreed.
When I came home, the grumpy kid had been replaced by a cheerfully smiling child. He happily informed me that he had found something he wanted to see. I asked him what he wanted to see, and he replied,"I want to see where King Angelo was buried".
Huh? I asked him to repeat it, thinking that just maybe I had misheard him.
"I said, mama, that I really want to see the burial place of King Angelo".
I told him that I'd never heard of a King Angelo. So, in that absolutely disgusted, I-can't-believe-my-mother-is-so-stupid voice that teens will have, he said,"Never mind. I'll just wait to ask Uncle Nigel.. I'm sure that he'll be able to tell me where King Angelo is buried" and then dismissed me with another eye-roll.
A few minutes later, I was getting a drink in the kitchen, and I heard #'s 1 and 2 talking about this. #2 asked his older brother if he knew where King Angelo was buried, and #1 didn't know either. Finally, #1 asked to see the book #2 was holding. Then I heard #1 say,"Look, it doesn't say 'Angelo', it says 'the Anglo-Saxon king', there *is* no King Angelo!"
Poor King Kong, I spit water all over him while trying not to drown while laughing hysterically.
When Poe ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
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