- "Why is there a brownie in the clothes hamper?" "I dunno."
- "Are you crying because the computer program won't work?" "No, it's probably because I got mad and kicked him."
- "Why are you suddenly naked?" "I dunno."
- "Tasha, do you mind pee and penises? Because I don't."
I wasn't going to blog about that last one, but thefirethorn insisted. The kids sometimes come across as a wee bit obsessed with their genitals, though nothing tops the first day, with the foreskin-puppet and the question above. We were trekking through the wilderness, heading to a hidden duck pond, and the 6-year-old had to pee, so Thorn said he could do it in the trees, and that it was okay to pee outdoors if no one was around who minded. After peeing, he asked me that question in all earnestness, in the exact same tone he used five minutes later to ask whether I liked peanut butter. Problem was that I laughed at the first question and said "No one's ever asked me that before." So when the 6-year-old did his penis puppetry at me that night, the 8-year-old said, also in all seriousness, "You have to stop, because Tasha said she HATES penises."
Right now, both kids are in the living room, singing a song to "Old McDonald" that goes like this, with them alternating lines:
"Old McDonald had a sucks, EIEIO."
"And on his farm he had a poop, EIEIO."
"With a poop poop sucks…"
"With a poop poop poop…"
I'm-a feelin': crazy