Conversation With Bunny

Yesterday Bunny was sitting at the counter while I prepared dinner, and we were just shooting the breeze. Carter was watching Blue's Clues and the conversation turned to that show. She asked if I remembered the episode where it was Steve's Clues, and Blue 'sang' the songs, yada yada blah blah. Then she asked why they don't make any new ones with Steve. I reminded her that Steve went off to college and his brother, Joe, is the one who takes care of his puppy now. Joe, by the way is my personal favorite, and that is in no way related to the fact that he looks almost exactly like my husband at about age 20--though it does make me laugh to see Paul do a double take whenever Joe is on TV... okay, maybe I like Joe a little because he looks like my hubby. :)


Doppleganger, I tell you.

Anyway, Bunny then asked me if I thought Steve really went to college. I said I didn't think so, that he probably just felt he'd been on the show long enough, reminding her that Steve is not really the guy on the show, but playing a role... pretending. She then wondered why he wanted to leave. Before I could say anything, she answered for herself: "He probably wanted to be more successful in dating."

I practically did a spit take on that one, as I was in the process of enjoying my daily soda at the time! She then went on to say he probably couldn't get any dates dancing around pretending to find clues all the time. That kid kills me.

^{For the record, a Google search indicates Steve Burns left Blue's Clues after 7 years because he wanted to pursue an 'indy music career' and also he didn't want to be playing that role while losing his hair, which was happening fast. :)}

It's All in the Details

I learned something this morning. Carter took off his footie pajamas and when I told him he needed *some* clothes because it's chilly, I asked him if he wanted to wear pajamas or pants and shirt. He told me, 'jammas'. I grab a new set of the footed kind, and he tells me they are "not jammas!" I ask him to show me what he wants and he grabs a pair of two-piece PAJAMAS.

???

I said, "Aren't these (the footed ones) pajamas?"
"No, those PJs!"

Ah, gotcha. PJs and pajamas are not the same thing. Carry on.

Out of the Mouths of My Babes.

More playing the 'What does _____ say?' game. :)

Sunday we all were headed over the hill to the beach, and it was slow going, I think because of the Garlic Festival in Gilroy. Personally, driving *through* Gilory and smelling how garlicky it is is by far enough garlic for me, but hey, some people like Garlic Ice Cream, I guess...

Anyway, to keep the kids somewhat amused, we played the above-mentioned game with Carter. Bunny was mixing it up, asking some ridiculous questions. Often Carter had an imaginative response.

What does ice cream say?
I'm chokkit! (chocolate) He then went on to explain how Bunny likes 'pink' ice cream, but he likes chokkit. ;)

Bwahahaha.

What we have here is a failure to communicate.

The other evening Bunny and I were talking and she asked me something about how breasts work. hey, I nurse a lot, and she wanted to know why women have larger boobs than kids and men.

Anyway, I was explaining about how the glands themselves grow, and also how there are 'tubes' inside the breast where milk forms, which also takes up space. She interjected, "Oh, yeah, I know, those are the ducts!" I said, yes, that was the right word.

Carter, meanwhile, was playing right near us. He perks up his head and says.... wait for it....
"I yike-it ducks! Yellow ducks!" (I like ducks. Yellow ducks.) He had the biggest, most open smile on his face, and clearly was very happy to have something to bring to the conversation. Man, I love that kid.