I was at my sister's house having dinner earlier this week. Pasta puttanesca. The adults and Tuey were at the table eating. The girls were in the backyard playing. Madame 4-yr-old burst through the back door, full of joy, something cupped in her hand.
Madame: Look what I have!
Marmot Dad: Oh, look at you. You have a nice worm there. And it's still alive and wiggly.
Madame: Yeah. Even though it's cut in half.
Number 2
Last night at Tuey's birthday party, the girls were opening Tuey's presents for him. Madame 4-yr-old opened a toy farm set.
Madame (to Tuey): Oh, Tuey, you've always wanted one of these! (pause) And so have I.
Marmot Dad: You've always wanted one of these?
Madame: Yes. For hundred and hundreds of years.
Then she proceeded to set up a little farm that Tuey was strictly prohibited from playing with. Fortunately, Tuey didn't care, because by that point his entire purpose in life had become to wedge his fat bottom into the empty box that his new sippy cup and bowl had come in.
Tuey wedging himself into a box.Number 3
We had delightful cupcakes with chocolate ganache for Tuey's birthday. Tuey made a horrible mess and sneezed chocolate during his bath because he'd pushed cake so far up his nose. Madame 3-yr-old is also a pretty crack messmaker and she got chocolate on Marmot Dad's new pants.
Marmot Dad: Aaagh, these kids. They make me nervous.
Sister: They make you nervous?
Marmot Dad: Yes. They run around destroying things and getting chocolate on my beautiful lady pants.
And NOW I'm done commenting on the lady pants.
1 comment:
Well, I just wanted to be the first to leave a comment on this post. Who could have imagined that you could have mentioned worms, plastic farms and women's man pants all in one blog. Bravo, your talent is through the roof and still climbing. What would I do without this blog to read and laugh at each day. It would be a dreary life indeed!
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