Excuse the poor formatting and lack of photos for this long overdue and inadequate post. It's been a busy few months at our house between house renovations, preschool projects, Primary, etc. We have much to report, but for now, I'm just going to record a few of the recent conversations with the Peanut . . . .
Mr. Ringmaster brought the Peanut a new super duper power bubble blower tonight. So far, it has provided loads of fun for the Peanut and Clarence the Aristocrat dog. Mr. Peanut and I were sitting on the picnic table while he blew a gazillion bubbles. Clarence dutifully chased and ate as many of the bubbles as he could.
Conversation #1 (while watching Clarence consume an unnatural amount of bubbles).
Me: So, Bud, do you think Clarence is going to toot bubbles after eating so many of them? (Yes, I am capable of discussing disgusting bodily functions with my son.)
Peanut (laughing so hard he gave himself the hiccups): Yes . . . . Mom, is Clarence going to toot bubbles? (Followed by more uncontrollable giggles).
Conversation #2 (While still blowing bubbles . . . Clarence, who has the attention span of a gnat, had moved on to other backyard adventures.)
Peanut: Look (pronounced "yook") Mom. Look at Clarence.
Me: Clarence, what are you doing?
Peanut: He's digging, Mom. Can you dig it?
Conversation #3 (Overheard between Peanut and Mr. Ringmaster while playing and then doing bedtime routine.)
Mr. Ringmaster and Peanut (at various times during play and snack - and said with the appropriate accent): Spock, we need more power!
Later . . . .
Mr. Ringmaster: Okay, Bud, it is time to brush teeth.
Peanut: I have no more power!
Can anyone tell me how his timing is so good at such a young age?
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