Or, in this case, stare at the ceiling and sing the theme to Sesame Street…
So, here’s the scene: I have no idea how we circled around to it, but Mr. Chili and I were at our end of the table at dinner this evening engaged in some pretty serious (and funny) references to our last… erm … intimate encounter (the in-laws and Bruder were on the other end talking and there were quite a few large-party restaurant noises, so we were pretty safe). There was nothing overtly explicit – it was that sort of playful banter involving code words and facial expressions that, unless you were paying attention, could have meant anything.
Punkin figured out, in short order, what WE meant, though, and there was only so much of that she could take. Her response? She stuck her fingers in her ears, rolled her eyes heavenward, and started singing “can you tell me how to get… how to get to Sesame Street!!”
I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time. My kid is great.
Well, that song now has a whole new meaning to me!
She was probably having flashbacks to when she barged in on you guys a while back (remember that post? Or was it Beanie who had done the barging?).
Oh, and you may find it funny now, but wait until the therapy bills start rolling in…
Let’s keep it clean here!
I’ll throw my fifty farthings into enjoying that you and Mr. do flirt a bunch. A well thrown eyebrow, a smile, and a wink…perfect!
Never mind the regular table talk. For me, the converstion that I’m in is never as much fun as the one I can almost hear…damned holidays!
That Punkin figured it out…oh, now, she’s old enough to figure out her parents “did it” at least twice. “Can you tell me how to get…’”what a great safe song. This kid is on to you.
You and Mr. are loving partners and parents together. Punkin might be seeing at least some of her own future.
Mrs. Chili, you offer your kids a healthy role model.
Happy New Year for you and yours.