I have had other sources of laughter. I remember one of the reasons I am so thankful to have my daughter. She makes me laugh as well. She’s such a joy – well most of the time. Forgetting for a minute that she can be so
All of a sudden Sweetpea, in her princess underwear, starts dancing. But, it wasn’t just any dancing. She starts bouncing her body up and down with the beat while keeping her feet flat on the floor, swaying her hips back and forth, with one hand…well, on her butt! I FELL OVER I was laughing so hard. After that I just couldn’t be mad at her for the pajamas.
I did not really realize until lately that Sweetpea is a very literal person. I don't really know if that is because she is a child, or because she is just going to be one of those black and white people that doesn't see the grey areas. I also didn't realize how often I speak to her as if she were an adult. In an attempt to help her in the bathroom, we recently purchased some of those flushable wipes. Unfortunately, Sweetpea had a reaction and developed a rash from the wipes. The rash was bad enough that it spread nearly up to her lower back. When she complained of pain, I discovered the rash and applied Aquaphor ointment (for those new parents out there, this stuff is FANTASTIC, I highly recommend it.) Aquaphor is the consistency of very thick Vaseline, and will leave marks on clothing similar to grease stains. In an effort to protect her pajamas and sheets from the staining, I put two pairs of underwear on Sweetpea under her pajamas. When she asked why, I told her it was to keep the medicine from bleeding through and making a mess on her sheets. It didn't occur to me that she would take that statement literally. When my husband went to tell her goodnight, he came back telling me that she was thought she was actually bleeding, and that is why she had two pairs of underwear on. I went back in and tried to explain that I meant the medicine would leak through her clothes, but no matter what I said she was absolutely, utterly convinced that she was bleeding. Like I said,
Recently, Sweetpea has also come up with a new saying. It wouldn’t be nearly so funny, except she has misunderstood the actual saying. She has been going around the house exclaiming “holy hockamoly!” Do not ask me where she got it, I don’t know. I do know neither my husband nor I use the phrase “holy guacamole”, which is where this comes from. Hmmm. I say her interpretation is much better.
She has also recently become enamored with Achmed the Dead Terrorist. For those of you who don’t know, this is a ventriloquist’s dummy. The ventriloquist’s name is Jeff Dunham, and if I ever get the chance to see him in person, I’m there! If you ask Sweetpea what Achmed says, she responds with “I kill you!” in a very high, shrill voice. She also spells his name: “A…C…Phlegm…” followed by phlegmy throat noises. Yes, I am completely aware that there are people out there that will/do think I am a terrible mother for letting my 3, almost 4, year old watch this sort of thing. I say, PLEASE. There’s more violence in the cartoons she watches. I’m not worried about a few minor swear words, or someone making fun of suicide bombers. But, in order to grasp the full gravity of the hilarity of this, you MUST see Achmed. So, today I leave you with these video clips of Achmed the Dead Terrorist, and Jeff Dunham. (Warning: these do contain a few “questionable” words, so if you are easily offended you may not want to watch. Of course, if you are THAT easily offended, you probably shouldn’t be reading my blog. They are also a little long. The first is 11 minutes, and the second is 5. Enjoy!)