Tuey and the Lunch Box and the Donkey

Little kids are gross.

Tonight Tuey was trying to destroy things inside the house while Marmot Dad was trying to clean up the kitchen, so Tuey was banished to the front porch with the women folk. Tuey did not feel that his actions justified his expulsion, so he stood at the front door and cried to be let back in to complete his manly destruction inside the house. Being a kind and a sweet aunt, I looked around for something to distract him and saw a Curious George lunch box lying on the cement.

MBC (reaching for the box): Tuey. What's over here? What's in this lunch box?

Sister: Oooh, you don't want to know what's in there.

MBC: What's in it?

Sister: Vomit. (pause) Or maybe just soggy shredded wheat. It's hard to tell. Either way . . .

So, I found some plastic animals instead and we quizzed Tuey on his animal sounds. He recently met a donkey in the neighborhood and does a really amusing donkey bray. He calls the donkey a honkey.