Friday, 5 December 2008

What Exactly Goes On In Those Little Brains?

A couple of days ago as Rob pulled onto the drive Eli started yelling with excitement "Poo-Daddy, Poo-Daddy!"

Thomas corrected him and said "No E-I (which is exactly how he pronounces his name, I am doing you a phonetic favour here) it's not Poo-Daddy it is Who-Daddy."

I'd like to take this opportunity to correct them both.

It is actually Ho-Daddy, Ho-Daddy and if you have no clue whatsoever what I am referring to then you obviously have been deprived of the 217 hours of Backyardigans that parenthood has forced upon me.

The Ho-Daddy reference is from the Surf's Up episode. I totally recommend it BTW. Anyhow that is a massive tangent so I'll get back to the point.

Eli responds, "No Daddy is a giant like mummy!" (I'm 5 feet 10 inches hardly giant proportions but I guess to a little person it could appear that way so I won't take offense, much.)

"NO daddy is bigger than mummy because he is the boss!"

How on earth did my three year old form such a politically incorrect opinion? I'll have you know Rob is neither the boss of this household (or anywhere else really) or even taller than me.

I am an actually an entire inch taller. So there, Thomas. I must be the boss if height is the only requirement.

As if that wasn't a treat enough last night when I thought both my boys were sleeping somewhere around 10pm Thomas unexpectedly shouts my name out. He didn't sound upset so I chose to respond from my seat on the sofa (the benefits of dwelling in a teeny tiny house) wondering what he could be wanting at such an hour when he should have been in a peaceful slumber for hours.

His response?

'I am getting big boobies like you'.

Cue near death by laughing fits for both Rob and I whilst Rob explained that boys don't have boobies.

And for the record I think he is the first and no doubt the last person to ever use the word big in connection with my boobies.

Because we all know when God was handing out the boobs I was obviously in the queue for a zippy metabolism instead.

A girl can't have everything.

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21 lovely comments:

Melissa said...

Hehehehe! LOVE it!

I didn't know that you were taller than Rob. I'm also about an inch taller than Curt. Funny! So we could be matching couples! Only thing is though that I didn't get the zippy metabolism, I instead got a slow one, oh, and the big boobs! Trust me, they're not all that great.....

Mandy said...

Nice. Ah, life with boys.

Aprille - The Muddled said...

how about i swap you my size - not to be mentioned on the internets - big boobies for some zippy metabolism. I will take that any day. Boobs get in the way. Kind of like my butt.

Beth (A Mom's Life) said...

Well, at least you got the zippy metabolism. I've got tiny boobs and a sluggish metabolism. BUT - my kids never liked the Backyardigans! I guess that's something...

Barbaloot said...

No fair. I got neither the big boobies nor the zippy metabolism!

And I say you capitalize on the whole boss thing being determined by height:)

Chocolate on my Cranium said...

Wonder where they get their wit from? So cute.

Rach (Mommy Learns to Blog) said...

We love love love that episode of Backyardigans!

Seriously, I often wonder what goes on in the mind of my little MH - because what comes out of her mouth is downright hilarious!

Allikaye's Mama said...

You are hilarious! No wonder those boys have such funnies! I totally know "Ho Daddy!" And the comment about the big boobs...priceless!!!

Kelli @ writing the waves said...

hahaha...I was in the same queue as you. The things kids come up with...too funny. :)

Threeboys1mommy said...

Zippy metabolism trumps big boobies EHVEREE time.

LadyFi said...

LOl - that was hilarious! My son definitely has boobies, he says.

Luckily both kids already know that I may be short, but I am still boss! ;-)

Lisa@verybusymomwith4 said...

Oh that is funny!

And yes Backyardigans rock!

Trooper Thorn said...

Everyone agrees: kids love boobies.

Claire said...

But why was he referring to ROb as Ho?

We call boobs 'Pom Poms' in our house. Mummy's got big pom poms. I caught Hannah pulling at her 'ponk ponks' (as she likes to call them) saying "my ponkponks are like mummy's".

I think kids, no matter what gender will go through the phase of pulling themselves about and comparing breasticles with those around them. Ours is not to questions why. Robbie still plays with his pom poms. Cos he's not touching mine.

The White House said...

That was a hilarious post! I can't believe the things that kids say... they are so funny.

Heidi said...

Ah. You know, I'm a huge fan of the Backyardigans. I caught the reference immediately.

And I think I would have rather had the zippy metabolism than the big boobs. I'm just saying.

Vashey Fam said...

Oh so funny!! I'm glad you're writing all this down. I love the E-I. How cute!

Krystyn said...

Oh, that is adorable.

And, clearly, you are the boss.

Science PhD Mom said...

I think big boobs are not all they're cracked up to be, especially since they sag ever further to the ground as you age. I'd take the zippy metabolism any day, I tell you.

Jennifer said...

Ho daddy is nothing compared to "Yetti, Yetti, Yetti, Yetti"! or as my kids like to do, "stomp, stomp, stomp. Doing that yetti stomp. stomp. stomp." all around the house.as you can tell I've had my share of Backyardigans too! But I'll tell you the worst part, going to bed with those stupid songs in your head!! Oh the joys of being a mother!!

the rogers blog said...

I'm laughing out loud!!