things:
polly has taken to telling me she loves me "more than" many a thing.
p: mom! i love you more than chocolate!!!
p: mom! i love you more than ice cream!!!
p: mom! i love you more than santa clause!!!
i like it. she melts my heart.
p: what kind of dinosaur is that?
i: i think its a raptor.
p: no, i think its a tri-sana-torus-rex-serat-hops.
i: oh, yep. you are probably right.
p: teddy mc fleddy the eddy fer neddy
tedy is a dancer. a very serious dancer. zero nonsense wiggling goes on round these parts any more unless i feel so inclined to bust a move. boys got rhythm that he certainly did not inherit for me and knows how to shake it. the norm lately is for him to do so while playing the guitar and singing.
"EEEEEE!!!! AAAAHHHHH!!!!! ITS A SPIDER! GET IT AWAY! FREAK OUT! NOOOOOWWWW!!!!"
apologies if you are one of these ladies for no offense is intended. just makes me chuckle.
they are sick, disgusting, creepy, crawly and give me the heebie-jeebies. but really, you are a grown person. a huge human giant in comparison to that tiny little arachnid. quit flipping out like its going to eat your head off and crap all over your body. step on it. squish it. smack it with a fatty magazine. destroy that little beast. sheesh.
anyway, on the day of yester while out wiggle car-ing, polly exclaimed
p: MOM! we got it!!! teddy and me crushed the wasp!
i: wooo hooo sis! good job ted! thats awesome!
i was proud.
on another occasion, we played snow white.
p: alright. dad is going to be sleepy the door dwarf, ted will be grumpy the door. mom, you are smelly... the other door.
touche my darling. touche.
super heroes is what we play most often.
the bruceter.
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