Dancing Partners

SweetPea: I don't have a boy.
Luna: What do you mean?
SweetPea: I don't have a boy. Banana has Bubba. They can dance.
Hubbs: Who do I dance with?
(SweetPea points to Luna)
SweetPea: There's a boy in your tummy. His name is (Luna can't remember the name right now. I will ask SweetPea and fill this in later)

So I asked SweetPea, and she doesn't remember.
Luna: What's the name of the little boy in Daddy's tummy?
SweetPea: I don't know. You tell me!

How do you get someone to smile for the camera?

SweetPea says "Dude, com'on, smile for the camera."

I guess she is a California girl. She says things like this all the time.

Beeper

SweetPea's booster seat for the dinner table made a noise like a bodily function. Of course Hubbs and I were teasing her to say excuse me. SweetPea said "I'm not the beeper!"

Are you cute?

an exchange between Hubbs and SweetPea

Hubbs: Are you cute?
SweetPea: Yes
Hubbs: Why are you cute?
SweetPea: I'm a girl.
Hubbs: Are boys cute?
SweetPea: No
Hubbs: What are boys?
SweetPea: Anxious

Making Hand Turkeys

Today we went to a Thanksgiving party for our Moms' group. SweetPea was making a Hand Turkey. You know the kind where you trace your hand and then draw a face and feet on it to make it look like a turkey. SweetPea traced her hand on the paper and handed it to me and asked "Mom, will you cut my hand off?"

What time is it?

a little over a week ago I took Banana into the Doctor for her reflux. It was a LONG day. I had talked to the nurse the day before, she is so sweet, she called me well past office hours because she was on her way out of town. She told us to head in to the office for walk in hours, which start at 1 pm. We had to drop MeeMaw off at the airport around noon, then I took the kids to Burger King to get our tummy's full, so we wouldn't be as cranky. SweetPea got a watch in kid's meal.

When we got to the office we found out the walk-in hours would start late because the Doctor had gone to early voting and was caught in a line. So things wouldn't start until 2 pm. So we waited. Unfortunately that cuts into nap time, yuck!

After a lot of crying and whining and waiting it was almost time to go. We just had to wait at the front for our referral for Banana's Barium study. The receptionist saw SweetPea's watch and complimented her on it. Then she asked her what time it was. SweetPea said "Time to go home!" Everyone in earshot started laughing.

Headache

SweetPea was sick with the flu. I was trying to figure out to what extent her symptoms were.

Luna: Does your head hurt?
SweetPea: No, just my brain... in my forehead