Come on, Mom.

Me: Honey, please pick up your markers.
P: Not right now.
M: Yes please. If there are markers on the floor we might slip and fall.
P: I won’t. I’ll be careful.
M: P, please pick up the markers. I might slip and fall.
P: Damn it, Mommy. Can’t you just be careful?

on that note…

This week’s Peanutisms:
“Mommy. Don’t EVER give me plain goat cheese again. I only want my cheese without herbs.”
“I want something really new that we haven’t had in long time.”
“Mommy, Daddy. ‘P’ peanut. ‘P’ pee. ‘P’ punkin. ‘P’ pree. ‘P’ I don’t want to do this game anymore.”
“I just don’t want one baby. They’re too little.”
“Mommy, [...]

Seven years, almost

Overheard in L.A.
Peanut: I love you, friend.
Friend: [whispering] I love you, too.
Peanut: [louder] I said, I love you!
Friend: I said, I love you, too!
Peanut: I didn’t hear you.
Friend: [louder] I said, I love you, too!
Peanut: Oh. I didn’t hear you.
Friend: [shouting] I said, I love you, too!
Lucy and Ethyl, ladies and gentlemen, at ages three [...]

You welcome to cake, Mommy

Had leftover cake today. (Need to send 20-20 picture. Will. Tomorrow.)
Gave a slice of said cake to Peanut. His response?
“Thank you Mommy. If you want cake, you welcome to eat cake, honey. I share with you.”
Thanks, honey. Guess I need to quit calling you honey so often.

File under: first really embarrassing public moment

Nope, it wasn’t nudity, but good guess. That happened several times in early potty learning, and I didn’t care when he stripped in public. Not my parts, don’t care who sees ‘em. And lordy, did that boy drop trou inappropriately. Nope, not tonight. Nor was tonight’s “Holy crap, who said that? Couldn’t be my kid. [...]