Paul and I have a tendency to call Smeagol anything that sort of just comes out of our mouths. This is how we began calling her Smooch Potato, Tiny Dancer, Hamhead, Mashed Potatoes, Idiot Girl etc. The other day after I gave her a bath, Paul was petting her and came up with Softy McBarkBark, which after 3 or 4 days hasn't ceased making me laugh yet. Yesterday I was re-re-re-re-rewatching Independence Day and found that Smeagol was growling at the TV every so often. Eventually I discovered that every time Harvey Fierstein spoke Smeagol became very agitated. And that is how I came to utter the title of this entry "Softy McBarkBark hates Harvey Fierstein".
Paul has been going crazy with the funny lines lately. Most of them I can't remember by the time I get to the computer, or they wouldn't translate in text, or they require a lot of back story. But, here are a few that I remember from the last few days.
**********Editors note - I guess maybe Paul is obsessed with poop, cause these are sort of poopcentric. I never, EVER thought I would fall in love with someone who likes to talk about poop and other bodily outputs. At first I cringed a lot, now I mostly ignore. I surely hope that I don't eventually participate in these discussions...**********
(after dropping his fork on the ground) "Aw nuts, my fork went to heck!" (That one caused me to actually fall to the ground laughing.
(I walk into the bathroom and see him waving at the toilet) "Bye poop!! It was nice having you in me!"
(In bed last night as I'm almost asleep, I hear a soft voice that I'm not sure if I'm understanding correctly)
"Good night food, good night poo that used to be food, goodni-"
"What are you doing?"
(sheepishly) "Saying goodnight to all the things that live in me."
"Okay. Do you say goodnight to like your kidneys and stuff too?"
"Oh sure, I wouldn't leave any organs out, they need to know that they are all special"
3 comments:
How glad am I that you have such a terrific person in your life to love and who loves you back? Glad enough that I wont accuse you have having stolen 'Hamhead' for your own nefarious pet purposes. *smoooch!*
Yeah, and I say it in the same voice as you guys do too - high pitched and inviting. It works every time ;)
Okay, I have permission from the authorities who studied Paul several years ago and wrote a most informative paper on him, to reprint some of their findings: "Paul's scatalogical (Greek, 'scata', meaning crap), behavior can be summed up thusly: His early childhood years were filled with praise for his toilet-training habits, in that he would receive small gifts and tokens for voiding in the proper bowl..." "...as for the different names given to his excrement, such as 'big one', 'bing one', or 'beeg one', Paul, in trying to emulate the day of horror brought upon his neighborhood by his brother, who pissed on one neighbor's roses, threw up on another neighbor's porch and crapped on still a third neighbor's porch..." So you see, Jenn, Paul, unabashedly, has had what these great doctors had considered "issues" and, fortunately or unfortunately, they still linger to this day. (Reprinted with special permission from Dr. I Canpu, Dr. M. I. Stinkeiy and Herr Hemer Rhoid, Ph.D., German University of Human Biological Habits and all present Fellows of the A.C.S. Copies of the full report are available for $5.00 (U.S.), $50.00 (Canadian) and free of charge to Mexican addresses. Luv, Mom2
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