Wednesday, October 1, 2008
And I thought I would be talking about the hurricane...pfft.
The blogosphere gods bestowed this little ditty today for me (and for you too).
A wee bit of background. Athena is a sweet, sweet girl. Nuturing and caring for her family and for others as well. Exceptionally polite and courteous (or as courteous as a 2 almost 3 year old can be). She is also bossier than hell. Tells you how to do everything and when. I picked her up at school and she asked "I would like doughnuts Ma, please", I said "sure baby let's go". They had run out of her special dark red and sprinkles kind and she saw the doughnut holes and said "I want those, the doughnut balls". I said "sure". Paid the buck fifty and was on my merry way. She called them doughnut balls for a while and then shortened it to balls. Fast forward to having to pick up Michael at work (car in the shop. yadda yadda yadda, have to pick up michael at work).
Conversation in the car.......
Michael- I am so hungry
ABA- Hungry daddy?
Michael-Yes, Athena, Daddy is hungry
ABA-Do you want balls daddy?
Michael- What baby?
Me whispering to him...she means doughnut holes
Michael- oh yeah, I do, thank you Athena.
ABA- Momma , give daddy his balls. Do you want balls daddy?
Michael eats a hole
ABA- you like balls daddy?
me, welling up with actual tears in the driver's seat
Me- yeah daddy, do you like balls?
Michael- yes, I like balls.
ABA-Give momma your balls daddy.
Me- I don't want any baby, thanks....daddy can have his balls
As long as I have a toddler and a husband I will have blog material. They are my muses.