The next day, it's gone.
It's A Bird....
We were coming back from Providence, driving on Route 146, and a large, long-legged, long necked bird flies across the highway - high enough so that it's in no danger of getting hit, but low enough that we could see it in great detail.
MrM: "Look at that cool bird!"
Me: "Oh, cool! It's a heron"
MrM: "It looks like a pelican."
Me: "It's a heron - I'm not sure exactly what kind"
MrM, realizing he has misidentified the species: "That's why I said it looks like a pelican...I didn't say it was a pelican"
Me: "Looks even more like a heron"
(Note: it looked nothing like a pelican. Of course, pelicans look like pterodactyls to me.)
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The Comedienne:
Punkin is learning all about comedy.
Me: Knock, Knock!
Punkin: Who's there?
Me: Banana
Punkin: Banana who?
Me: Knock knock!
Punkin: Who's there?
Me: BANANA!
Punkin: Banana who??
Me: KNOCK KNOCK!
Punkin: WHO'S THERE?!?!
Me: Orange!
Punkin: Orange who?
Me: "Orange ya glad I didn't say BANANA again!"
(Gratuitous laughter ensues)
Punkin: Knock Knock!
Me: Who's there?
Punkin: Apple!
Me: Apple who?
Punkin: Apple-orange you glad I didn't say banana!
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Kitchen talk.
Punkin: "Daddy's a boy, you know."
Me: (wondering where she's going with this) "Yes, Daddy's a grown-up boy, so he's a man"
Punkin: "He's not a girl"
Me: "No, he's not. You're right!"
Punkin: "Girls know how to cook"
Me: (trying not to laugh) "Well, some boys cook. Like in the cooking shows - Emeril, Tyler, Bobby...they all cook! And some girls don't cook, like Grandma. Anyone can cook, if they want to!"
Punkin: "Not Daddy..."
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