Over breakfast this morning:
“Peanut, that doesn’t seem to be working.”
“It will as soon as you stop talking.”
Oh. Ahem.
Day’s looking up already.
Over breakfast this morning:
“Peanut, that doesn’t seem to be working.”
“It will as soon as you stop talking.”
Oh. Ahem.
Day’s looking up already.
Oh my God. He’s an old man in a little man’s body. Sorry baby, but I cannot help but laugh.
Mr. Peanut, your mother is awesome. And smart. And funny. So actually, you should be saying, “Mom, could you please talk more?”
I hate when they act all grown up. Dude, I’m still taller than you.
Don’t you hate it when that discover that tone that matches the words so perfectly? It always surprises me and I’m either stunned into silence or end up cracking up!
You’ve got your work cut out for you, don’t you? What a character! Did he have the right voice intonation? And were you able to keep a straight face?
Can I ******PLEASE******** sic Peanut on my boss? PLEASE. Let’s say for just one hour. I’ll return him in good condition with a lifetime supply of chocolate.
@Kitch. I know. And I did, too.
@Ink you’re a sweet lady. Who is talking to a brick wall.
@Faemom He keeps telling me he’s taller.
@Jane I went with cracking up.
@Maria Perfect intonation. Nope, no straight face.
@jc He’s yours. But beware: he’ll restructure the workplace halfway through negotiations and change the policies so only he can win. Just saying. Candyland experience and all.
What do you mean “REstructure”? This place is condemned. srsly.
I can handle it if only Peanut wins. Good thing he knows the way through Molasses Swamp, it’s identical here, straight outta 1949. Come to think of it, the d00dz haven’t pissed out their turf past the Peppermint Forest. At least Peanut won’t sit in the office all day. He’s HIRED!
*sending bags upon bags of Halloween candy*
jc you’re on. Sending your way a totally unpredictable, petulant, decisive, self-absorbed, cupcake-focused management consultant. Enjoy and don’t bother sending him back. Once he has that place to his satisfaction, let him stay. Puhleeeeeze.
Deep breath. Deep breath. Kindergarten isn’t so far away…
(In the meantime, can I laugh? Please?)