Photo: Mr. Comet.
Gyrfalcon says Yo!
I say Yo!
Video: The biggest surprise for our bunnies was the Easter egg hunt in our back garden. They’ve been reliving the excitement ever since–hiding and collecting over and over.
Video: Dood is in the mood for a shake down.
Yesterday it was beautiful outside, and I was in the front of the house with the children. When Tiern and I were ready to take Locka inside, I called to Little Miss, “Come on inside! I don’t want you out here by yourself.”
She looked up from her ride-along toy and responded with earnest sincerity, “But I am ‘joyin the sunshine. I have to stay outside so I can ‘joy the sunshine. Not go inside.”
Later in the afternoon she asked about her shoes, “Aw dey on the wong feet?”
“It’s hard for me to tell from here,” I answered. “Do they feel funny?”
“Yah. Dis one feels funny, and dis one hurts. I fink dey’re on the wong feet.”
As we were sitting around the table eating lunch, Tiern asks: ‘Why don’t ponies wear shoes?”
Dadoo: ‘Ponies don’t need shoes because their barefoot hoof acts as a shoe; it is the most important part of the pony. If a pony is healthy, it has a healthy looking hoof.’
Tiern: ‘The pony hoof doesn’t look like a shoe.’
Dadoo: ‘The pony hoof is made of a keratinized structure, kind of like your fingernails, but bigger. It allows the pony to run on any type of ground surface or in any type of weather, even when it’s cold outside.’
Tiern: ‘Oh, really.’
Dadoo: ‘Next time we see a pony, we should take a close look at some hooves, they are fascinating structures.’
Tiern: ‘When we get a pony what color will it be?’
Little Miss interjects assertively: ‘It will be pink.’
Tiern: ‘I don’t think they come in pink Miss.’
Little Miss: ‘Yes they do!’
Tiern: ‘What color are ponies Dadoo?’
Dadoo: ‘They can be white, brown, black, and sometimes a mixture of these colors.’
Little Miss: ‘Well…(head tilted) ponies can have some pink in them.’
Dadoo: ‘I guess it’s possible Miss.’
Tiern: ‘I’ve never seen a pony with pink fur before. How would a pony have pink fur?’
Dadoo: ‘Someone could dab a little pink paint on a pony, I suppose.’
Little Miss; ‘We should get a pink pony for my birthday.’
Dadoo: ‘If we are in the market for a buying a pony, we’ll be sure to get a pink one.’
Little Miss upset at something and doing her usual ear-piercing screech so I tried consoling her.
Dadoo: ‘Here Miss, Have a cutie.’
She abruptly stops crying and I start to peel the cutie.
Little Miss: ‘Yeah! I love CUTIES!
Dadoo: ‘Don’t give it to Locka.’
Little Miss: ‘Why not give it to Locka?’
Dadoo: ‘Because it’s not good for his bum.’
Behind the bathroom door, we hear Tiern yell a muffled: ‘And because he’ll CHOKE!’
Dadoo: ‘Yes. That’s true too Miss.’
Sometimes when I ask Little Miss a question, her answer can be quite surprising:
A few days ago, I was talking to Little Miss about Tiern’s upcoming birthday. Out of curiosity, I asked Miss what she was planning on doing for her next birthday.
Little Miss: “I’m going to poop in the potty, and stick my fingers in my mouth.”
Dadoo: “OK, that sounds like a great plan.”