pig (and hippo and penguin) talk

Jenna's new-house closet-Find becomes boys' best friend:
Sunday morning as we eat sausage and glory in their new-found friend
("No, Aidan, he can't sit at the table."):
"Other families don't like pigs so much, but our familiy does."
Overheard as I climbed the stairs to do Sunday make-up and hair:
"What do you say we go visit some hippos without mom?"
Eating steak for dinner:
"I think this is penguin meat."
But, back to "Wilbur":
Why did I take a picture of myself puckering up to the pork? I blame Lelly's self-portrait madness.
London: "What are these?"
Me: "That's where the baby piggies drink their milk."
London: "But what are they called?"
Me: Wondering why in the world my mouth can't form the word "teat" for this 2-year-old. If only Wilbur were a cow..."udder" emerges with so little effort.
Reader Comments (17)
I'm also going a little crazy with the self-portrait thing, it's so fun that I find myself wanting to take self portraits everywhere I go. I like this one of you!
And you're such a gourmet, I'm betting it was penguin meat. :)
Thanks for making me laugh tonight! I had ELEVEN children in my house this evening for Avery's book club, and it was either you or whiskey. Thanks for pulling through for me. :)
great pix ;) ciao