Some Funnies

Thanks Sharon for the picture! I stole it from your blog. : )

1. Yes, you're seeing right. The picture above is of raw sausage curing on the play structure in our apartment's play area. I have no words.*

2. Dorothy wanted to play with her "drum set" (yogurt cups and sticks, we're classy), but I had a headache so I started suggesting other options. Finally, she was so curious just why I did not want to play with such a fun toy that I explained.
"My head hurts Dorothy, so let's try something else."
"Oh, your head hurts? Did the baby sisters kicks your head?" (Dorothy logic: Mom's back hurts+baby sisters kick+kicking is not nice and hurts people= baby sisters hurt Mom's back. Apparently this applies to headaches too. It makes sense, really.)
"Nope, baby sisters didn't kick my head."
"Oh. Somebody else kick your head?"
"No, nobody kicked my head. Sometimes headaches just happen."
"Oh." Very puzzled. She thought about this for a while.

3. Dallin and Dorothy had been playing, but it was time to move on to other things.
Dallin: "Dorothy, time to clean up. Start by picking up your books."
Dorothy: "Dad, I can't! It's too big for me." She strains, grunts, and heaves one of her books off the ground before dropping it again. "It's too heavy!"
She's learning the art of excuses very young.

4. I took Dorothy into a bakery the other day (it had to be a bakery, right?) to get a treat. The guy at the counter got our orders, then casually asked when I was due. I took the usual roundabout way of saying simply November with no further explanation. He said, "Really? Whoa." (Keep in mind this guy is probably 25-30 years old. He should have some life experience by now.)
After that reaction, I felt the need to vindicate myself a little bit.
"Well, it's twins."
"Oh, thank God, because you are HUGE! I mean like really really HUGE!"
"Thank you." And so I took my brownie (it just had to be a brownie, didn't it?) and was on my way.
Be clear, I'm not bitter. Really I think it's funny. I know by huge he means my belly, because the rest of me isn't all that big. But seriously, tact, people. One should never say that to anyone.

*Rest assured, the sausage has been relocated and the play structure sterilized. But, I still get squeamish when I pass that part of the playground. Yucky.