Angie Kinghorn

This cannot end well

So, tonight the hubster was preparing the twins’ dinner, and decided they would be dining on meatballs.  
“Yay!  Meatbulbs!” our son shrieked.
“Yes, these,” he said, shaking the frozen lumps of meat into a casserole dish, “are called meatbulbs.”
“Wow,” the twins said in unison.  (Not kidding.  Unison.  The effect is very horror-movie-ish.)
“Yep, they’re meatbulbs.  You know, if you go out in the yard and plant these in the dirt, it’ll grow into a meatball tree!”
“I wanna be a meatball tree!” 
“Me, too!  I a meatball!”
“Maybe someday, when I bigger, I can be a meatball tree.  They’re so pretty…”
So I’m saying this here in a public forum.  When, in about three days, our yard stinks to high heaven and the soil has been gouged into jagged ruts by various rodentia, keep in mind–he started it.  It was the hubster that planted the seed for this sure-to-follow misadventure.
I had nothing to do with it.
And roughly five minutes later….the hubster takes the empty paper towel roll (known in preschool circles as a telescope, fyi) and demonstrates its use as megaphone.  Have I mentioned that our kids are already on the *extraordinarily loud* end of the spectrum?  
Conclusion: the hubster’s ego was inflated overmuch by yesterday’s post.  Situation will be rectified posthaste. 

Comments

  2. It only gets worse. When Jack was 8, Tom taught him three ways to “flip-the-bird” and the proper use of the word “turd”.

    Be content with your “meatbulbs” :-)

  3. My sister's husband told her kids that his beer was “pee-pee water.” A couple of days later, the twins invited her to a tea party, and after a few sips of “tea,” it dawned on her that the only access her two-year-olds had to water was the toilet. “Girls, where did you get the tea?” she asked.

    “It's not tea! It's pee-pee water!”

    So meatbulbs are pretty benign! And hilarious.

  4. @Kelly, he definitely has a good sense of humor. Laughter is an essential ingredient in a marriage. You should have seen me chasing him around the kitchen with the paper towel roll last night. The kids almost fell out of their booster seats laughing.

    @Melissa…did you have a chat with Tom about that? And not to sound naive, but how does one flip the bird three separate ways? You know what, never mind. I'll ask Tom.

    @Grace, wow. And ewwww. I will forever be grateful for imaginary tea after reading that. And I may never be able to look at beer the same way. :)

  6. The husband's like to create situations to complain about later. Example: cranky 11 month old who needs a nap. Husband's solution: give him sugar. He likes sugar.

    Husband's question 15 minutes later: Why is he screaming? He's starting to bother my ears?