Spike Scott

The Gene Has Been Triggered

Posted on June 11th, 2010 by Spike.
Categories: 3 yrs, Uncategorized.

Which one?

The What Ever You Say, Adding The Words Poo or Bum Makes It The Funniest Thing – Ever! a locatable region of genomic sequence, corresponding to a unit of inheritance. I blame his father’s side of the family. My side is more about Falling Over Is Hilarious! (because it is). Needless to say, the overnight triggerable onslaught of the poo related answers to benign questions has struck this house, with full force.

Literally, an overnight thing. Monday morning he woke up and when asked what he’d like for breakfast, he considered his options carefully, looked up with those big green eyes and said matter-of-factly, “A poo sandwich, please.” Then dissolved into a pool of maniacal giggling. “Ah yes, a poo sandwich. Anything else to go with that?”
“You’ve got poo in your hair.” [insert more mania]

I was a…. what’s the opposite of proud?

So, we’ve been playing the “what’s for lunch? is it poo?!” game for a few weeks now. Until this conversation transpired.

Me: What do you want for lunch, Spike?
Spike: [careful consideration - it's all in the timing"] A poo sandwich! Bwahahahahaha!
M.: Ok, then!

Preparation of a braised steak sandwich, something he’s had before.

M: There you go buddy, a poo sandwich!
S: [long smileless inspection. a slight retch] I don’t like it.
M: A poo sandwich? How can you not like a poo sandwich!?
S: I just don’t. No [dry retch] no! I don’t like it!

Even after being assured it wasn’t realllly a poo sanga he wouldn’t touch it. And he did dry retch quite a bit. Especially when it became apparent Mo, DOES like a poo foccacia. I will say, this incident hasn’t stemmed the poo sandwich tide but it is now followed by, “not really, Mo will have it!”

Is IS all about the comedy in this house and as you can see, his delivery will take some perfecting.

Til then, we fervently hope you all have poo in your hair! bwahahahahahahaha

Spike’s Equally Hilarious Mother xo

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Out Of The Mouths Of…

Posted on May 13th, 2010 by Spike.
Categories: 3 yrs, Uncategorized.

Playing with his train set – THIS conversation began.

Spike: “I was born in the street.”

S: “I know!”

And we thought that whole, “where do babies come from” thing was going to be awkward.

Spike’s Informed Mother xo

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Fun With Daddy

Posted on April 19th, 2010 by Spike.
Categories: 3 yrs, 6 months.

Boys!

xox

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Out of the Mouths of…

Posted on March 6th, 2010 by Spike.
Categories: 3 yrs.

“Hey Daddy, I’ve got a song for you.

Yankee Doodle stuck a fluffer in his hat and yelled at macaroni…

Papa teached it to me.”

“I’ll have to thank Papa, won’t I?”

“Yes.

Again?”

Ooooh, Yankee Doodle went to town….

Pavarotti’s Mumma xxxx

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Spikeitect

Posted on February 7th, 2010 by Spike.
Categories: 3 yrs.

I haven’t ordered the business cards yet.

But, I’m thinking about it.

Because it does seem to be a foregone conclusion at this stage.

Over night, he has suddenly started building elaborate, architecturally interesting, modernist buildings.

Towers. Car spaces. A lovely lounge room, here. A big kitchen there. A bridge (why not?!) and this is where Thomas can park!

I don’t think it’s solely because of all the Grand Designs I’ve crammed down his throat “Oh look Mumma, it’s the bewtifool house show to watch!” or the Architectural Digest that we read together each night.

It’s probably more likely he is just – gifted.

Yes, Gifted. I’m sure that’s it.

Our little Frank Lloyd Spike starts kinder on Tuesday. It seems wasteful really. Can’t we just set up his Architectural Design Office and begin? Mumma’s got an itchin’ for a new abode and I REALLY like the colourful, multi level number he knocked up before his afternoon nap today.

The Gifted Child’s Mother xxxx

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