The kids have been coming up with some pretty good quotes lately, so I’ll foist them upon you. Little Sparky will be three years old next month, and we are thoroughly enjoying the things she can’t quite pronounce. Hamburger is “ham-hoo-ha,” which we have all carried forward from her baby days. Grandpa is pronounced “Crumpaw,” our cats Campos and Stella are “Cumpos an’ Stulla,” and Laurie Birkner is “Lolly Bingner” (so of course, that’s what we all call her now). Her favorite Loony Tunes character is “Pepe and the Pew,” and she says “I are” more than she says “I am.”
Smedley has permanently renamed cauliflower -- we call it “carmichael.” Oak Way Park has been Smedley-ized as “Yucky Toilet Park.” Wrinkles are called “crimbles,” so it was a somewhat manageable situation for me when Smedley announced that “that lady has crimbles all over her face.”
Last month after driving away from my work place, Smedley asked, “Mama, why did you CHOOSE to work in that old building?” There is just no good answer for that. A few days after her fifth birthday she was lamenting that she could never recognize the kids she had previously met at Yucky Toilet Park. “If she wore the same clothes every day, and the same pajamas every day, maybe I might remember her, but that’s not how it works.”
The Easter Bunny brought Smedley (among other, more normal Easter stuff) a clear plastic human body with brightly-colored organs inside. She was very interested at first, asking the names of the parts. Then she stopped playing with it. One afternoon she came to me and asked, “Mama, can you put the human body away? It’s, um, making me think about BOTTOMS.”
Last week Smedley told Chas, “Daddy, gnomes are really real.” Chas asked, “Well, where do they live?” “New Jersey,” she answered (a state which, according to Smedley, is NOT in America).
And last but not least, Sparky declared to Daddy last week, “MY favorite book is TV.”