This evening I was sitting with Patches while he was eating a bedtime snack. I like to sit with him and have little conversations. It never ceases to amaze me what these conversations reveal about his understanding (or misunderstanding) of how the world works. Sometimes they aren’t so much conversations as monologues. Patches will sit there talking to himself, expressing each thought out loud as it is caused by the previous one. Tonight was a monologue night. He sat with his ice cream. He’d say something, then use the time when he was eating a spoonful to ponder on what he’d said and it’s implications on the world as a whole.
All this is very adorable and sweet, except for the fact that tonight’s topic for thought was exactly how it might be possible to put poop on a stick.
Wow. How’s that for deep thoughts?
Wow. How’s that for deep thoughts?
oh my, that’s precious!
oh my, that’s precious!
Was it holy poop on a stick?
Was it holy poop on a stick?
*L* Hey, at least it wasn’t a more crude derivative of that phrase!
*L* Hey, at least it wasn’t a more crude derivative of that phrase!
It’s “poo” on a stick, not “poop.” And it’s a pat answer when any of the kids ask me what I’m cooking.
“What’cha makin’, Dad?”
“Poo on a stick. You hungry?”
It’s “poo” on a stick, not “poop.” And it’s a pat answer when any of the kids ask me what I’m cooking.
“What’cha makin’, Dad?”
“Poo on a stick. You hungry?”
I TOLD you it was his fault.
I TOLD you it was his fault.
I’m not doubting you again…
I thought “No… No way Howard would be the cause of his kids saying that..”
And here he goes and proves me wrong…
*shakes his head sadly*
You truly are a saint of a woman…
I’m not doubting you again…
I thought “No… No way Howard would be the cause of his kids saying that..”
And here he goes and proves me wrong…
*shakes his head sadly*
You truly are a saint of a woman…
If/when I ever have kids, this will DEFINITELY be my standard reaction.
If/when I ever have kids, this will DEFINITELY be my standard reaction.
Schlocksicles!
(Oh and Sandra, I got your email. But it’s also 11AM and my newfound job requires me to be awake at 6AM, and I’ve been working 5AM-6PM the last two days to cover for my little brother, so the reply will have to wait a day or two, but it will appear eventually. Honest. [If it doesn’t by the end of the weekend, poke me again. >.>])
Schlocksicles!
(Oh and Sandra, I got your email. But it’s also 11AM and my newfound job requires me to be awake at 6AM, and I’ve been working 5AM-6PM the last two days to cover for my little brother, so the reply will have to wait a day or two, but it will appear eventually. Honest. [If it doesn’t by the end of the weekend, poke me again. >.>])
Freeze it with the stick in situ. I was going to ask why he would want to but, reading the comments, I already know. Wants to cook just like Daddy, of course.
The nice thing is that you really will only have problems when he old enough to actually try it… at which point you can turn him over to Howard. He created the problem, after all…
Freeze it with the stick in situ. I was going to ask why he would want to but, reading the comments, I already know. Wants to cook just like Daddy, of course.
The nice thing is that you really will only have problems when he old enough to actually try it… at which point you can turn him over to Howard. He created the problem, after all…
My immediate reaction to this post was, “he heard it from Howard.”
Not surprised, really…
My immediate reaction to this post was, “he heard it from Howard.”
Not surprised, really…
Oh man that’s funny.
Oh man that’s funny.
Oh, my. That’s one of the most fun things I’ve read recently!
It’s funny, too, that you knew exactly where the blame lay for said subject matter…
Oh, my. That’s one of the most fun things I’ve read recently!
It’s funny, too, that you knew exactly where the blame lay for said subject matter…