Living in a Punkin Bread World

Almost accidentally, I have nicknamed Wonderful Daughter's children, in order, Punkin, Punkin Bread, and Punkin Butter. That certainly flows much better than WGGS#1, WGGD#1, and WGGD#2.

I am still working on what to call Handsome Son's three lads. Thing 1 and Thing 2 come to mind for the twins, as they have clothing with that imprint. The feisty new youngster, recovering nicely from a serious illness, doesn't have a nickname from me yet. These things cannot be forced.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand.

Punkin Bread is three years old, and is a mile-a-minute talker much of the time. She has learned on her own to raise both eyebrows simultaneously and rapidly, and using puppy dog eyes while doing so, and is pleased that older brother cannot make this happen. She also has, as many little ones do, a vocabulary that does not always correspond to ours.

When her mother gives her a choice of drink, it is usually milk, which she calls "yegular milk". That is, until Mommy thought it so cute that she kept asking her what kind of milk she wants, whereupon she says, "White milk", thus spoiling Mommy's fun.

She has trouble with the concept of "me too", for which she believes she must say "me three", because of her age.

Last week, Wonderful Daughter was trying to teach her the various shapes, but every time she pointed to an oval, Punkin Bread would point to her elbow, as apparently in her world "oval" and "elbow" not only sound the same, but mean the same.

As they say, "out of the mouth of babes..."