Sweet Cheeks Says the Darndest Things

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Snowed-in house-bound weekend hilarity in Toddler Hell included the following pips from my husband…  The scene: Pitter relentlessly repeating Mama? whilst standing mere inches from my person. The quip, in all seriousness: Do you think he can see? I mean, does he have a vision problem? You’re right there!  (Ah, if only glasses would solve the problem.)  The scene: Ahem…John Mayer, Lifehouse and a 1980s cover from the O.C. soundtrack playing on my ipod while I make cookies (I swear to you I redeem this kind of crap with a recent download of In Rainbows!!) The quip:  Is this your “I wish I was 23 mix”? (Yes, lately, in fact, I do. Life, an open highway rather than a suburban midwestern prison? Who wouldn’t want to go back ten years?)  The scene: Pitter, doing his usual personality dance between sweetpea and holy terror, doling out kisses and screaming at every difficulty (like being told he can’t pour milk on the carpet or that throwing Daddy’s coffee mug is not okay). The quip, again, in all seriousness: Do you think he’s bi-polar? (Nope. Uni-toddler.)   ++++++PS What is UP with wordpress these days? WONKY, anyone? Apologies for the lack of paragraphs. Arrgh.  

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