Peanut is four years old, and he’s a cut-up! Here are a few of his recent gems.
I moved the dining chairs into the kids’ room while I painted the dining room. The kids were out for the day. Upon returning home, Peanut asked, “Why are the chairs all in my room? Did you have a butt party in my room and I was not imvited?”
While watching figure skating during the Olympics, he asked, “Is she magic?”
Upon giving me the card he made me for Valentine’s Day: “I make you a Valentine. You say, ‘Thank you’ with your polite words now, then give me chocolate for dinner.”
After being asked to get his bicycle helmet for a ride around the neighborhood: ” I don’t want to wear a helmet. I want to get knocked up.”
Mr. Penny was putting the kids to bed tonight and when he put Sweet Pea down, she was saying, “Mo! Mo!” (more! more!) Mr. Penny asked Peanut what she meant and he said, “Moo.” Mr. Penny asked, “What’s a moo?” Peanut said, “it’s a part of a cow.”
And one from 18 month old Sweet Pea, who is a chatterbox these days:
She was tugging at my shirt, wanting to nurse, singing “Rockabye Booby!” and laughing. That counts as baby’s first joke, right? When I gave it to her, she said, “Oh, hi!” before latching on and passing out in boob-coma. Ha!