Grown ups

Evan: I don’t have allergies, right, Mommy?

Me: Maybe to some pollens.  But no.  Why?

Evan: The other day in Boy Scouts they asked if I was allergic to peanuts.  (One of the few times I left him alone at the meeting, which turned out to be a big no-no.  And the scoutmaster was audibly relieved when he asked me the same question and got a no.)  I said no, but that I was allergic to church.  The grown ups all started to laugh.  And I said no, my nose starts running and Grandma says it’s because I’m allergic to the cleaning supplies and then tells Mommy she needs to give me medicine before church.  But they kept laughing.

Pause.

Evan: Mommy, why were they laughing?

Me: Because, baby, you’re a comedic genius at six.

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