January 15: Wanna watch Mickey? (Me: We can’t watch Mickey right now, Buddy. The TV is broken.) Riley will fix it! Where’s the switch?
January 16: Giraffey-raffe’s all kiddywhompus, Mama! (Me: Why?) Because the Mickey ball hit him so loud.
February 6: Giraffey-raffe’s hungry. (QP: What should we feed him?) A bologna sandwich! (pauses and then says sadly) Pas de bouche. (which is French for “not in the mouth”)
February 8: Hey Mama. (turning on his worklight and lifting up my shirt to expose my belly) We gotta see what’s going on in there. (Me: What’s going on?) He’s not moving. (Me: But Sprout is moving, Buddy. Maybe he saw you shining the light!) No, I don’t think so. He’s not.
February 10: (while looking at a stuffed fish he caught at Mardi Gras) This fish can’t swim. (Me: I don’t know, Bud, I thought all fish could swim.) No, he can’t. (Me: Well, why not?) Because the water’s not good.
February 12: Giraffey-raffe’s not feeling good. (Me: Oh, I’m sorry Buddy.) We need to give him pink medicine! (which took when he was sick, and he’s recently decided that a stuffed pink snake he caught at a Mardi Gras parade is giraffe’s pink medicine)
February 13: (while in Target shopping for a birthday present) Do you want that big green garbage truck down there? Yes you do! (Me: No, Buddy, we’re not getting that.) Why? (Me: Because I said no.) *sigh* You always do.
February 14: Here, Mama, have these two Cheerios. (Me: Oh, thank you, Buddy.) And this Cheerio is for Sprout. (lifting up my shirt and attempting to put the Cheerio in my belly button) Here, Sprouty-Sprout. It’s the biggest Cheerio of all. Do you want it? Yes, you do! Go ahead.
February 18: It tastes like slicky-golk! (Me: What does slicky-golk taste like?) Melon!
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!