"Mom, how does the Tooth Fairy fly through the air?"
"How do YOU think?"
"I think moms do it."
"Ah."
"But how can a Mom be a Tooth Fairy?"
"Good moms are lots of things, Princess."
"OH."

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Driving to Therapy

Driving to therapy makes me want to remove my eyes with flaming bamboo skewers. That has to be more fun, right? Play therapy is 45 minutes away, and totally worth it, but at one point I begged (begged) my husband to buy me a two-seater with a series of four trailers, each with their own booster seat. Yesterday was no different.

About 3/4 of the way there, Peanut started to chow down on her nose findings. Princess started wailing from the back, "stop eating your boogers! Stop it! Take your finger out of your nose right now and stop eating your boogers! I'm going to throw up!"

Secretly about to retch myself, I turned up the music.

"Mom! Now she has both fingers up her nose! Stop it Peanut! Stop it!"

Peanut replied by making loud slurping noises. Music turned up further.

Princess: "Stop it! I'm going to throw up!!!

Two-Fingered-Nosed-Peanut: "Dis is not your bidness! Not your bidness! I cad eat booger if wadt to! It's like hadbuger!"

Seriously, can you blame me for my chosen dream-ride?

1 comment:

  1. why why WHY doesn't my reader want me to know when you update? WHY???? Ok, I have re-loaded you in my reader AGAIN. I missed like a week of posts!

    Ok, so anyone who goes near a boogie in my vicinity is subject to a screaming, freak out, rant that will actually scare the boogie back up into the nose where it belongs until a tissue is available. One thing garaunteed to make me projectile vomit is even a hint of boogie. I can barely type this. But the unholy sound I make really works and even a RAD child will quit it!

    Get you some bungee cords from Dollar Tree and next time strap the vile little beast to the roof.

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