Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Conversations with Peter.

Pure Peter:

1. In the car, on the way to school yesterday: "Mommy, do pets fart? Because I have never smelled the fart of a pet." (Much hilarity ensued when we repeated this question at the dinner table.)

2. Same car ride: "Mommy, I want another baby in our family. And then another, and then another! Then we would have five kids in our family! Why can't we have five kids in our family?" (Can you tell a three year old, "Hell to the no!" or is that too emphatic?)

3. To Grace, who is examining the 1$ that is her latest tooth-fairy related largesse: "Did the Tooth Fairy bring you a whistle? Because you are the only person in the family who cannot whistle."

4. "Mommy, what happened when da comet hit the earth and it got cold? To da dinosaurs? Dey got DEAD." (Much interest in "getting dead" these days, and also shooters and shoots and what happens when your shooter runs out of shoots.)

5. "You know what I'm going to call Popeye from now on? [dramatic pause] I'm going to call him ... Pop!"

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