Overheard yesterday afternoon while cooking dinner:
The President (in a voice just above a stage whisper): "Fat Baby, say Oh, CRAP!"
Fat Baby: "Oh, CRAP!"
Pres: "Say, CRAP!"
Fat Baby: "CRAP!"
President (slightly softer voice): "Fat Baby, say SHIT!"
Fat Baby: "SHIT!"
Pres: "Say, SHIT!"
Fat Baby: "SHIT!!!!"
It makes me so happy when they can entertain themselves.
And another peek into our Southern Fried World....
When I went to pick up Fat Baby at preschool this afternoon, the teacher told me that he didn't want to take a nap (& since he's so. freaking. loud)--she asked him if he would like to go play in another classroom while his classmates slept. When I picked him up she said, "Ms. Teacher-in-the-other-class says she wants to meet Fat Baby's mom!" Yep, that's me. I'm the girl who produced this loud, buck-wild, funny as hell, into-every-darn-thing, naughty-but-in-a-I'm-so-damn-cute-you-don't-want-to-hurt-me kind of way...Yes, I am responsible for that. Funny how he's the hit of the party everywhere we go, yet no one will take me up on my offers to let them have him for a day, week, or month at a time...hmmmm, what's up with that?