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07:30 am: uh oh?
After Teddy ate his yogurt this morning, he carefully picked up his bowl and spoon and carried them...

to the fridge.

I think he's maybe been listening a little more closely than he ought. I'm very prone to saying things like "put your dishes in the fridge, Teddy," when I mean the sink. (Also "Teddy! What did you just say?" when I mean "Peter" and "Could you please grab a can of toilet paper while you're in the basement" when I mean "soup." This is why "hoo-ra" has a large place in my conversation, as in "get the hoo-ra," "put away the hoo-ra," and "grab a can of hoo-ra.")

Fortunately, none of us is humor-impaired this morning... least of all Teddy.

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On a similar note, Teddy and I went to the Longmeadow Recreation Dept. office last week to get paperwork signed (I have $43 left in my dependent care account, and I'll be damned if I'm going to lose it).

On the way in, we were talking about next summer.

Teddy said "Next summer, am I going to go to ORANGE?"


He saw an orange on the sidewalk and commented on it mid-sentence (for those have seen "Up" - great movie - this is the Teddy equivalent to SQUIRREL).

So Teddy's most recent joke (before the bowl in the fridge) was "am I going to ORANGE this summer?" Cracks him up, every time.

I do like it better than the frickin' chicken endlessly crossing the frickin' road.

Current Location: Longmeadow
Current Mood: amusedamused


Date:January 25th, 2010 01:45 pm (UTC)

The hoo-rah

Your father and I can rarely find it (the right word), and frequently have long conversations about the missing links that are meaningless to others. I've discovered that we also have nasty fights about them -- almost as bad as the ones where what was said WAS HEARD WRONG, darnit. Aging, humor, and hearing -- A.H.H. syndrome. Similar to SQUIRREL.
He's very funny, your son.

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Date:January 25th, 2010 06:27 pm (UTC)

he is funny, thank goodness

also cute. Both help with not killing him.

(Not that I want to kill him over anything in this post, even remotely. But it happens that he just interrupted me for the 40 gabillionth time today and I'm Not Pleased.)
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