This Year in Peanut
This Week in Peanut is good enough, really, to stand for all of 2011. As always, these are swear-to-saturn quotes. No editing, no fabrication. The new year in retrospect.
P: Is there time for one more game before bed?
M: Well, it should be bedtime, but you napped well. How does your body feel? Are you tired?
P: Well, my body feels like…how long does one game of Crazy Eights take?
M: About ten minutes.
P: Well, my body feels that in about ten minutes it will take a deep breath and relax and go to sleep.
. . .
“Mom. My name is annoyed. Because you’re annoying me.”
. . .
“Butter stop following me! Why does Butter want to do everything I’m doing? Butter, stop it! Butter you’re not fun anymore! Butter!! Butter stop! Stop it! I don’t like Butter. He’s always…where’s Butter? Hey, Butter. Want this? Butter, sweetie? Butter, pay attention, I’m showing you something. You want this Butter? Hey, Butter. Come here.”
[It's an incessant loop playing in our house dozens of times an hour.]
. . .
“Daddy, my answer is no. Ask again and say please this time. And my answer will still be ‘no.’”