Peanut told me yesterday that his rules are:
No holding hands in the street
Yell every time Daddy talks
Only give people money when you want to
People can only skateboard everywhere
Pinch the cats every day
Everybody wears only fancy pants
Only eat yucky things
No pants; only nude
You have to eat grass if you say no to things
No eating cereal, ever
Get under the blankets even if you’re too hot
I asked when he thought he got to make the rules.
When he’s 46, he says.
P: Thank you for making me lunch, Mommy.
M: Wow. Thank you. That is really nice to say. That makes me feel good.
P: I know. That’s why I said it.
After the cat got sick all over his bed: “If he does that ever again, I will just poop in his bed.”
Parading through the house, banging pots: “Here I go on a outing without Mommies or boys and it’s fun and you can’t come!”
In the tub tonight: “My penis has wings!”
[Update: Spouse, who was manning the bath, has informed me that Peanut was playing ring toss with inflatable rings and was marveling at the RINGS not WINGS. Not sure which is funnier.]