Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Miss Monkey, other than the self explanatory slap-stick silliness.
Papa singing in the kitchen, loudly, operatically, about chicken soup or ramen noodles. She trots to her room specifically to dig out a kazoo-like ocarina shaped tooter, pokes her head around the door and "ttoooooots" into his song. She grins, we laugh.
Sitting around a table, the two of them are facing me. I'm relaying the events of the morning, visiting fabulous neighbors, etc. The Man says, "oh, you have something on your face...a smudge of something."
"What? I do?" says I.
"Yeah," says he.
"Really? 'cause that would suck, I mean, I would swear that if I really had something on my face then one of the moms would have said something to me....Miss Monkey, do I have anything on my face?"
Small pause, as she considers, then without prompting of any kind, with poker face, "Yeah, you do!"
And as he couldn't handle it anymore, my loving husband bursts out laughing, as does Fiona. Ganging up on me already.
The other evening, returning home, the first born notices my husband wearing my Broncos cap (yes a bit embarrassing at this point considering their latest games). She's been experimenting with our given names lately, and we repeatedly ask her to call us Mama and Papa or Dadah(her concoction of Papa & Daddy). So, here he comes wearing my cap. "Mama, Gary's wearing your hat! Mama, GARY is wearing your Broncos hat! MAMA, GARY IS WEARING YOUR BRONCOS HAT!"
From the other room I hear, "Please! call me Papa, I really prefer it when you call me Papa!"
Back in the kitchen, "Ada! Papa's wearing your hat!" too smart, and too too funny.