Hide and go streak

This is David, age 2. If David ever hopes to streak at age 3, he absolutely needs to learn the phrases 'no', 'stop', and 'God damn it, I mean it!'

As you can see, I had the brilliant notion of giving the boys a bath today. You might ask, 'How did that work out?', in which case I would call your attention to this photo again and ask how you think it worked out.

In addition to streaking, David learned to wink today. That is, of course, depending on your own interpretation of winking. For David this means closing both eyes and then opening one. It's cute, so if your version of winking is any different, send your comments to www.shutupshowoffheisonlytwo.com

Angie went to get poked by the prego-pokers today. Afterwards, she came home thirsty. I made some wise cracks (key word = wise) about her leaking water all over the place after acupuncture. It became immediately obvious to me that a side symptom of being pregnant is being utterly incapable of appreciating incredible wit and humor, even when it is standing right in front of you pointing a finger and laughing.

In addition to being thirsty, Pee-Rego was hungry. When I suggested hot dogs, sausages, steak, or chicken for lunch, the Pregetarian freaked out and got up on her soap box. 'Meat??!! Again??!! Why do we always have to have MEAT??!! Aaaarrrgghhh!'

I waited for Angie's second head to withdraw into her neck before asking what her Royal Pregginess would like to eat. 'Peanut butter on toast'. Oh, of course. How silly of me. I have known this woman for over eight years and not ONCE has she ever eaten peanut butter. In fact, she has denounced peanut butter as being disgusting and gross in the past. I don't know what changed today, but DING, DING, DING - WHERE IS MY PEANUT BUTTER??!!

By this point, I realize that Angie is not the one craving peanut butter; Nonameyet is the obvious culprit. Unfortunately, Angie does not realize this. Her focus is stuck on PEANUT BUTTER NOW! I tried to subtly change direction with 'Hey, slow down - that shit'll make your belly button pop out'.

In the end, Angie's fear of an 'outy' did not override Nonameyet's craving for peanut butter. He must be super stubborn, which is not such a nice thought, considering how stubborn Angie already is and David is proving to be. Peter and I are in the non-stubborn corner of the house, so it looks like we may be outnumbered. If tomorrow Angie asks for peanut butter again, I may have to scream 'no', 'stop', and 'God damn it, I mean it!' at her belly and pray that her belly button finally pops.
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[David's streaking must have drained his energy - he was out before Ladder Talk began]
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: My dream I had this monster double the size like a T-Rex. It was called Lion de Moseros - he was my friend.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When you pushed me by my room and I bonked my head - the accident.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: Play with you Wilde Kerle.