Your Dad Brought Me a Woody!

"Toy Story" was on last night and I can’t quite watch the show without thinking what a horrible person I am.

In the 90’s, I worked at a day care and had a class of cute, little 4-5 year olds.  This decade was also a time where the movie “Toy Story” was quite popular.  This is very important to keep in mind for later. 

I remember there was this little boy named Andrew and his dad would often be the one to drop his son off and pick him up.  The dad was SO cute.  It sounds bad to comment on a kid’s dad but he was cute, like Jake Ryan cute.

Andrew loved the little cowboy from “Toy Story” and just like a kid with a special blanket, he hated to be without it.  One day, Andrew forgot his cowboy and his dad had to bring it in later.  We were out at recess and his dad brings over the doll and gives it to me.  I yelled out over the playground, “Look, Andrew!  Your dad brought me a Woody!”

I was watching Andrew, but all of a sudden I heard the teacher behind me bust out laughing.  I turned around and saw Andrew’s dad turn really red as he waved at his son and left.  I asked the teacher why she was laughing.  She turned to me and said quietly, “Look, you brought me a woody, not a Woody [pointing to the doll}!” 

She could probably see the precise instant I realized what I had said, probably because I blush at almost anything embarrassing.  I could not believe I said that…I mean, yelled that…out loud…in front of children.  It took me weeks before I could look Andrew’s dad in the eye again.

This is how things go with me.  I say crap and don't realize that it can be interpreted as something completely opposite of how it was intended.  I seriously need to learn to process what I say before it comes out of my mouth…