COTD

We have a phenomenon I call the COTD - Creature of the Day.

Mom, I'm a skunk today. (This is fairly new COTD.) H watches and LOVES Wild Kratts. Our most common animal is by far the general domesticated house cat. Otherwise, our days are filled, sometimes like a revolving door with rhinos, dinosaurs, big cats, snakes, bugs of all kinds, spiders, and these days zebras.

H: Mom, I dreamed about a skunk this morning.
M: What was the skunk doing?
H: I don't know. I just dreamed about one.

I don't know if the skunk was precipitated by WK or by Curious George who finds a black and white "kitty" who turns out to not be a kitty.

Anyway, all day H was a skunk. Walked like a skunk, smelled like a skunk, and even created a skunk "hole" in which to take a nap. All this was good as today was gray and cloudy and all creatures were restless....I even threw Piper out in the backyard. I finally took a show later in the day (after wrestling with some pants I was trying to fix - a whole different story.)

The scene: me taking a shower

H: Mom?
M: Yes?
H: What does (garble garble water sounds) ing mean?
M: What does growing mean?
H: No, THROWING!
M:Throwing?
H: Yes, throwing. Why did you throw Piper outside?
M: (chuckle) I just meant I wanted her to go outside into the backyard because she was driving me nuts.
H: Oh. Do you want to throw me into the backyard?
M: I might.
H: Ok.

Shower stop, ask for return of rug which has been replaced by alternately crashing cars, dry off.

H: Mom?
M: Yes?
H: Can you make my hair stick up for my mane again (zebra mane although most folks' first impression would be punk rock kid Mohawk. I must admit that would be mine and I would groan inwardly thinking - REALLY people can't you just give up on the 80's why do you have to have your kid relive it now that you are middle aged....now I feel such remorse for those thoughts....)?
M: Sure. (Gel done and mane accomplished)
H: Mom?
M: Yes?
H: Can I give you a mane?
M: No, not today. My hair is too long.
H: Like a tail! Can I comb your tail?

So for the next half hour he combed and combed and combed and combed my hair. We were so quiet hubby/daddy came upstairs looking for us!

H: Mom?
M: Yes?
H: What's a beauty shop? (Brief discussion ensues regarding barbers and beauticians)
H: Mom?
M: Yes?
H: This is a skunk beauty shop and I'm a skunk beautician.
M: Ok. Can you make this skunk look pretty?
H: Yes, but I need something to use as skunk spray.

And, indeed, a skunk resided in our home all day today, well at least until after bath when suddenly the nocturnal zebra reappeared.....

Times they are a changing

We always read a story at bedtime. We haven't started on chapter books but we do read some kind of story. At times I change the scenario just to see if H is paying attention and he always catches me. We have a little laugh about it. We often read the same book over a couple of nights.

We have read If You Give a Cat a Cupcake about two dozen times now. Tonight H "read" to me the entire story all by himself. He got 95% correct.

And so it begins

Mommy why does Ns mommy have a baby in her tummy? 

Ns mommy has a baby in her tummy?

Uh huh.

Well she just does. Ms mommy has a baby in her tummy, too. When will the baby come out?

When the baby is ready.

No, HOW will the baby climb out?

Ah, it just will.

Later, 

Mommy, was I in your tummy?

No, honey you weren't in my tummy.

Where was I? 

You were in your Tummy Mommys tummy.

Pretty Girls

"Mom! I just saw some pretty girls!"

While watching a bikini contest on a car makeover show....

The best moments

This morning H climbs into bed and whispers...

"Mom, I love you!"

Super Bad

Mom, I built a spaceship. 

See this goes round and this part booms up the bad guys.

Me: Do you expect to encounter bad guys in space?

No, not really.

Some guys are bad and some other guys are bad, too, but some guys are really bad and some other guys are super bad.