Charles Schultz had it nailed
We were over at the home of some friends a couple of weekends ago for dinner and a playdate with Miss E. Deciding to break a little from the norm and let the girls have a little fun we decided to picnic in the basement and watch movies instead of dining at the table.
At one point during the meal, Bobbin decided she needed to go potty. We went upstairs to use the potty she's more familiar with (Bobbin has this thing about potties. If it's loud or has blue liquid in it she will not use it. She will hold it in until she gets home. and usually by that time she has a tummy ache, and it's just stressful for all involved but that's an entirely different story).
So we're sittin' in the bathroom - Bobbin on the potty and me on the floor in front of her - when we here the sound of muffled voices emanating from the air vent in the wall next to the toilet. Apparently there's a direct line of hearing between the upstairs bathroom and the downstairs rec room via the air vent. A bit of info may come in handy for Miss E's parents when she's a teenager and talking boys and school gossip with her friends downstairs. You had to really listen though, to make out the actual words that were being spoken.
Slightly startled, Bobbin stops mid-pee and says "Mommy? What's that 'Wah wah WAH wawah wah' voice saying?" with the appropriate nasal tone to her "Wah Wah"'s.
And all I could think to reply was "Oh, That's Charlie Brown's mom talking with Debra in the basement".
I'm really confusing the heck out of her with my answers these days. It's going to come back to bite me at some point. I know it will. Much like my dad's joking pronunciation of "minestrone" as "Mine Strown" and "Gazebo" as "Gaze Bow" came back to haunt him the first time my sister tried using those words at school in front of her friends, got laughed at, and she came home embarassed and sobbing.
I'm sorry kiddo; it's genetics. Ain't nothin' I can do about it! :-)
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I also got laughed at for insisting bats were not rodents, despite being called "bald mice" in French. Damned if you're wrong and damned if you're right, I suppose.
As an aside, Charles Schulz was also correct in asserting that happiness is a warm puppy.
Posted by Aunt Sarah on July 3, 2008 4:33 AM.