Mammals

"So, Mom?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Can I touch your chest place private parts?"

"What's up?"

"Why do ladies have bigger those parts?"

"Those parts are breasts. They are designed for feeding babies. Lots of animals feed their babies that way."

"People aren't animals, Mama."

"We are, Bud. We're mammals."

"Oh."

"I fed you like that when you were a baby. You don't remember?"

"Mom?"

"Yes, Babe?"

"The truth is a robot cowboy."

"Alrighty."

The Word for the Day Is...

"So Mom? After this can we sit at my table and have lunch, you and me?"

"Sure. That sounds good."

"Yay! It'll be a jewbalunch."

"A jewbalunch?"

"Yeah. I heard it on Word Girl."

"That's not a real word, Babe."

"It is. The narrator said it."

"What does it mean?"

"Really so very happy. About lunch, I think."

"Maybe you mean jubilant."

"What does that word mean?"

"It means joyful, very happy."

"But not for lunch?"

"It could be but about lunch but it's not specifically about lunch."

"No. I'm jewbalunch."

"Me too, Bob."

Smacksy Sunday Links

Letters of Note blog describes itself as "... an attempt to gather and sort fascinating letters, postcards, telegrams, faxes, and memos. Scans/photos where possible..." It's like uncovering buried treasure everyday.

Everything about this site whispers sweet, sweet nothings to my OCD.

Oh my, the kid in this video. The sweetness of the poem and the sweetness of the boy. I found this little guy in a post on SAS' Magical Mystery Tour. Do you follow her? This gorgeous red head is a Kiwi living in London. She posts things funny, personal, interesting, pretty and just last Friday some photos of delightful underpants. Follow away, I tell you.

Happy Sunday.

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Still Life With R-2s by Bob

Today I discovered 271 pictures in my iphone photo album. I had taken eight of them. The other 263 had apparently been taken by my son. #255 is a view of Bob's bureau from the vantage point of a small-ish child balancing on his bed pillows.

Have a great Saturday. If you need me, I'll be re-charging my phone.

Go Diego... Oh

One of Bob’s friends left a Go Diego Go cup at our place awhile back. No one claimed it so we merged it into our cup collection. We were especially fond of the Diego cup because of the tight fitting lid that allows for convenient use of Bob’s silly straw collection.

Three weeks ago, Jeff chipped his front tooth trying to get the lid off. I narrowly avoided a puncture wound using a small steak knife to jimmy the cap off. There was also a church key incident. I couldn’t bring myself to throw away The Diego Death Cup because due to the extremely tight fitting lid, there were no sour smelling milk spills on the rug or in the car or on our bed. This seemed like a fair trade off, even factoring in the cost of a replacement dental cap for Jeff.

My mom and Bob and I took a short road trip last weekend. Somewhere near Buttonwillow, we passed a bag of kettle corn around the car. Bob asked for some water. My mom pulled the dreaded Diego cup out of the snack bag. I warned her of the complexities of the sticky lid and its tendency to illicit violence. I then watched as she lightly twisted off the cap. Twisted off.

I am planning on getting her to double check the way we installed Bob’s new car booster seat. For everyone’s safety, I should probably have let her drive the rest of the way too.

Bob and Violet - The Latest

"I just want to carry you around all of the time until the end of the world... I just love you, Vi."

SWB

“Hey Mom? Did you know there’s a character on Word Girl named Captain Huggy Face?”

“Really?”

“He’s a monkey.”

“That’s sort of a great name. Can I call you Captain Huggy Bottom?”

“Um... No thanks, Mom... Just call me Star Wars Bob.”