February 15, 2011 at 12:33 pm (darndest, random Puffs, whimsically silly)

“Punk rock girl, please look at me
Punk rock girl, what do you see?
Let’s travel round the world…
Just you and me punk rock girl!”

– The Dead Milkmen

A special thanks to Gammy for the purple glam hair!

*T spins around in circles*
WOAH! The whole HOUSE is dizzy now. . .
(and we thought it was just her)

Nonna is a really nice girl. She’s very polite – and helpful!
(She is! That Nonna. . .what a sweetie-pie!)

Mommy. . . I’m all filled up now. I’m UN-hungry!
(T’s clever invention of new words)

I . . . incilly dincilly. . . didn’t notice that there was any water in there, and it. . . incilly dincilly spilled on the floor.
(T is confused between the words: incidentally and accidentally, and so has chosen to combine the two.)

Mom. . .I’m not really a super hero. I just wear a cape from my dress up bin sometimes.
(T forlornly explains after being called Super Puff for the millionth time)

T: Siraween. Siraween. Siraweeeeeeeen!
Me: What are you saying?
T: I’m saying siraween.
Me: Siren?
Me: Oh. Siraween. Of course. . .
Me: But what does it mean? I’ve never heard that word before.
T: A siraween is like. . . a special kind of windchime, and when it rings it makes the wind blow. A BIG kind of wind. Like the kind that blows ALL the leaves around in circles and makes it so you can’t breathe. . .

CAUTION: This last one might offend those with delicate sensibilities, so proceed at your own risk.

“I’m a COCK, mommy! I’m a COCK! Will you look at my COCK, mommy? Do you see my COCK!!?”

(T has put a colorful pieces of tissue paper in the back of her waistband. She imagines them to be her tail-feathers, and is running wildly about the house, jumping madly about, flapping her arms, and pretending to be a PEAcock. I, trying not to laugh so hard that tears are streaming down my cheeks, am trying to explain to her that there is, in fact, a PEA before the COCK!)

And just to get any horrible images out of your mind, allow me to present you with a picture of T. . . being a PEACOCK!

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