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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
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.”
Me: “Were you?”
S: “Yes, then I went to the Doptar, I was very sticky. Then she put me in the bed and I spewed and I spewed but then I was alright.”
M: “Wow.”
S: “I know!”
And we thought that whole, “where do babies come from” thing was going to be awkward.
Spike’s Informed Mother xo
Posted on December 22nd, 2009 by Spike.
Categories: Uncategorized.
What do you say when your three year old wants a moustache?
“Yes baby,” is the only answer.
Then you film it.
losta love, Mumma xxxx
Posted on August 16th, 2009 by Spike.
Categories: Uncategorized.
Morrison was crying.
Sesame Street was on.
Spike pointed at Mo and said (without taking his eyes off the screen),
“Muu-um! I’m trying to concentrate on Sesame Street! Can you please get MoMo?”
Ah sure, just as soon as I’ve finished erecting this statue in your honour, your majesty!
They make ‘em cute so you don’t smother ‘em.
Yup!
Spike’s Mum xxxx
Posted on September 29th, 2008 by Spike.
Categories: Uncategorized.
Waiting patiently, like a good boy.
Finally! That seemed like 20 minutes or something…
Yum, he reckons. Yum and, “more?!”
Cute as a bugs ear. On a cute bug, not some kind of carnivorous canker-sore infecting bug.
The Bugs Mother xxxx