“Only if we are secure in our beliefs can we see the comical side of the universe.”

“Only if we are secure in our beliefs can we see the comical side of the universe.”

Monday, December 16, 2013

Peenie, Please Go to Bed

It is now almost 8:10 pm, and Peenie has not stopped talking since 8:00 this morning. Granted, I was at work for a portion of the day, so I had a few hours break...but when I got back, I saw that the yapping had continued. It continues even now, as I type.

"Katy, what are you doing?"
"Katy, how do you spell laughter?"
"Katy, doesn't that news-anchorwoman's hair look just TERRIBLE? I wonder when she last washed it."
"Katy, where's my cell?"
"Katy, can you go downstairs and get me a roll of paper towels?"
"Katy, I can't believe that poinsettia was only eight dollars!"
"Katy, what's that spot on the wall behind you?"
"Katy, what color is your hair?"

(Just so you know, I have patiently answered every question she has asked me today. Even the four questions she asked earlier as I was crossing two lanes of heavy traffic.)

Right now, what I really want to say (but won't) is, "Peenie, please go to bed."

I feel like Louis Griffin with Stewie right next to me going, "Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom? Mommy? Mom-ee? Mom-aa? Mom-ee? Mother? Moooooom? Mom?" And...I'm tired. I just want a little bit of quiet. I wish Peenie would be quiet.

Ok, she just went to bed.

Whew! All you moms out there--I feel for ya.

Oh, and...now she's back.

You know how little kids boomerang when it's bedtime? You send them to bed, and then less than a minute later they're back asking for a glass of water or some silly question like:


"Katy, where should we go to lunch tomorrow?"

"I don't know, Peenie...maybe we should decide that tomorrow."

"Okay! Sleepy tight! Love youuuuuuuuuu!"

"Love you, little nut."


Just like a little kid, Peenie boomerangs...but she's too cute to be annoyed at for too long. And, you can't exactly put your grandmother in time-out, can you?

I'll leave you with this:

(Peenie, looking at the news-anchorwoman's hair.)

Peenie: Her hair is really brassiere.
Katy: Peenie, don't you mean bizarre?
Peenie: Oh. Yea. That's right. Her hair is bizarre...BUT...she's probably wearing a brassiere!
Katy: On national television, I certainly hope so.
Peenie: Hehe!

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