We are talking about horses on the way to the Little Buckaroo Rodeo. Edee was in a sheep-riding event; Chicken in a stick-pony race. Both were in the chicken-scramble and we rode home with two chickens in the car.
Me: My favorite horse is an Appaloosa
Edee: What's dat?
Me: It's a horse that is spotted. I like the ones that have a splash of white on their lower backs and spots on it.
Chicken: I want to see an Apple-Paloosa!!
I just loved how he kept calling it that :)
Oh noodles.
"Edee" and "Chicken" are nicknames for my two little rascals. The names originated from how my daughter would pronounce both her own and little brother's name when she first started talking. They've stuck. Chicken may live to regret that someday....
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Friday, August 5, 2016
Millipede
Me: Chicken...don't touch that. It's bird poop.
Chicken: Why? How do you know dat?
Me: Can you just trust me on this one? (Then going for distraction) Hey, look, a millipede.
Chicken: A penelopede!
Me: Oh....here we go again. MMMM. Millipede
Chicken: Manilapede!
Sometimes you just have to give up and admit defeat. This isn't the first time I've tried to wean them off saying "penelopede" for millipede. The struggle is real.
Chicken: Why? How do you know dat?
Me: Can you just trust me on this one? (Then going for distraction) Hey, look, a millipede.
Chicken: A penelopede!
Me: Oh....here we go again. MMMM. Millipede
Chicken: Manilapede!
Sometimes you just have to give up and admit defeat. This isn't the first time I've tried to wean them off saying "penelopede" for millipede. The struggle is real.
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