In Which J and I Wish the Floor Would Open Up and Swallow Us (or; "Why Did We Ever Teach Him to Talk??)

Last week, in "school", Judah and I read a story about Prairie Dogs. He really latched on to the concept and was a Prairie Dog for days afterwards. He actually got so involved in it that he invented a new kind of Prairie Dog.

A new kind with some unfortunate juxtapositions of vowels and consonants...

"Mama, I'm a Cahnt Pairie Dog today! And Dadah, you're a Cahnt Pairie Dog, and Sofi's a Cahnt Pairie Dog TOO!"

Only, in your mind, replace all those 'a's with 'U's.......wait for it..... wait.....There.

And then picture that scene in the pew. At church. While all the faithful are filing out after the service.

Yeeeah.

And so, for the rest of the week he has been a "new supah heeroh, Mama"

"I'm a fire-shooting, C,auhnt Pairie Dog that howls out LIGHTENING!!"

*sigh*

Well, I'M not going to tell him, are YOU?