Language arts

I have a friend who was worried about her child's language. I confessed that I'd have to admit the shortcomings in our home if I were honest. Like the time that I told our daughter she shouldn't say "*itch" because it makes God sad.

Her response: "Does it make God sad when you say '*itch?'"
Yeah well. They learn really quick. But I think I've learned even more. Gotta love them.
Truly.

Learning to Talk

I guess it's all about communication in our home lately.
Cookie Monster is starting to voice his opinions more. Guess he realizes he needs to add to the chaos and noise. So, the pacifier ("bass" as he calls it) is starting to come out and words are flowing.
When asked who had the gas problem in the van on the way home, the two oldest shook their heads no.
Cookie Monster's reply: "Me."

After the dog barfed AGAIN, Cookie Monster went from room to room saying, "Lily barf, Lily barf."

Guess that's better than some of Farmer Boy's first sentences. I think they sounded something like "daddy moron." Oops, wonder where he got that from???
Dad, right.

Pillow Talk

"Mom, come see (the Princess)," I heard from the living room. So I stopped what I was doing and went in to see what was going on.
Dad, casually resting on the couch, was right next to the Princess.
By the time I arrived, she was beginning to get agitated.
Why, you ask?

Because Farmer Boy had zipped her into a pillowcase. Yes, a pillowcase. You know, the ones that cover body pillows.
You laugh. I laugh now.
A normal reaction.
However, slight problem considering the Princess has a history of having seizures. Normally these occur following an incident with said Farmer Boy.
While she begins flailing around. (As much as one can do in an 18-inch wide pillowcase, dad lays RIGHT next to her on the couch as if nothing is happening.)
Meanwhile, I'm trying to find the end of the zipper. It took what seemed like forever.
Farmer Boy was scolded. Dad was scolded.
All was well.
The end
Just another "Crazy in the Country" dad, er, Day!