The Butt Finger and Lamb Hands
April 23rd, 2008Two Conversations:
[1]
During a weekend Web Chat with my sister and her girls, and following some jokes about pinky nail trimming, I began entertaining Dani (5) on the Web-cam while Cheri talked to Erica about something household-y, can’t remember what. Anyway, I was sticking up one finger at a time, overtly avoiding the middle finger, and Dani was responding by counting the fingers, in a calm volume with moderate giggling … UNTIL I raised my pinky, whence she SHOUTED:
“DON’T TOUCH THE BUTT FINGER!”
Naturally, Cheri and Erica abruptly ended their conversation to join in the laughing.
[2]
Last night, after a dinner at PF Chang’s during which Stevel enjoyed spinach, wine, and some lamb dish, we were driving home with Vibble in the back seat when I detected a foul odor.
“Oh no,” I said, “Do you smell poop, too?”
Stevel: “Oh. No, that’s me. I have Lamb Hands.”
[3]
And here is your daily dose of Vibble.
April 23rd, 2008 at 11:15 pm
Well, only picture?! Certainly not enough for our daily dose. Auggie giggled as we again went through the whole album. Stevel had his Pascal lamb as did we. No one here, however, thought it stank like dirty diaper.
Another rain mixed with snow day here in Portland. Welcome spring.
April 24th, 2008 at 1:44 pm
What a SMILE! What great big eyes.
Life is GOOD!
April 24th, 2008 at 4:06 pm
“The Butt-Finger” – must be Dani-speak for that expression of emotion often used on our crowded roadways.
April 24th, 2008 at 5:13 pm
That Dani is a smart one, and I will take that advice of hers!