Lately, when Nicholas and I watch a show with a studio audience, he wants to know if kids are allowed to attend. He really wants to go see Rachael Ray, surprisingly enough, and I’ve told him that I don’t think kids are allowed in the audience, which, of course, unleashes a whirlwind of questions. Why not? What if I’m quiet? What if I sit in the back? What if I’m 10 years old?
The other day, while watching Oprah, he wanted to know if kids could go to her show. I said I didn’t think so. He then asked if Callie (one of our cats) could go, and I said definitely not, I’m sure no pets are allowed. Then he wanted to know if stuffed animals could go. I said probably not (although that probably wasn’t the correct answer, but I was hesitant to see what saying “yes” would have opened up!). He responded with, “Oprah’s mean! I can’t believe she doesn’t want kids to go to her show. I love Oprah!”
He seriously cracks me up.