Is anyone else excited about the Disney Premiere of Sofia the First: The Curse of Princess Ivy!? I know I am. My daughter loves Sophia and Rapunzel is my favorite princess blowing Ariel right out of the water after 21 years of admiration.
I applied to host the Sofia the First House Party, and unfortunately never got it, but I still see the ads and Disney Jr. posts for the premiere in my Facebook news feed religiously.
Here’s yet another reminder to watch the show Sunday, November 23rd at 7pm/6c on Disney Channel with a little surprise I put together just for you.
Tell me now, would you even notice the horse’s genital area if they hadn’t placed an obnoxious butterfly to cover it?
Last night, my toddler and I were lying in my bed reading Tomie’s Baa Baa Black Sheep by Tomie dePaola. Whenever we read, she loves to listen and then read it back to me. Last night, story time went something like this:
She: Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
eating her turds and whey.
Me: *giggle giggle*
She: Along came a ‘pider
who sat down beside her
and she ran away.
She: Hey Little Diddle
Cat and a fiddle
the cow jumped over the moon.
That doesn’t look like a moon.
Me: It is a moon, Princess.
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Why does he have a purse?
Me: That’s not a purse. It’s a suitcase.
She: No it’s a purse.
Me: Well, maybe the dish is a girl. See her pink lips? She’s wearing lipstick. Maybe they are running away to get married.
She (pointing to the spoon): He’s wearing lipstick too.
Me: No I think his lips are just pink.
She (back to the dish): Where is her boobies?
Me: Under the plate.
She: No, I think they are both boys and he has a purse and they are getting married.
Good observation. I’m now just as confused as Rub-a-dub-dub, three men in the tub.
There’s something about little kids cussing that’s funny to me. Maybe it stems from Grandpa making sure our first word was sh*t. I just don’t know.
I don’t intentionally encourage it. Sometimes I’m a potty mouth. More frequently than I’d like to admit actually. I understand that this behavior in itself encourages my children to not only say these things at times, but to say them in context. Usually in public. Unfortunately, between my family and myself, my children have a vast vocabulary of unintelligible, yet humorous, words to say at any given moment.
I think it’s most humorous when they use words I’ve never thought to combine. Kinda like that time the German foreign exchange student in high school complained of the damn sh*t rain.
Today my toddler was quietly playing in her pool while I sat nearby, absorbed in new things on Pinterest which I will never make time to create. Irritated by the malfunction of her water gun, she coaxed it to work….
“Come on pisser! Come on piss nuts!”
Piss nuts? Ha!
I quickly retired to my bathroom to bust a gut laughing before we could discuss the use of “nice words.” Today brings another revelation that I really need to watch my damn sh*t mouth.