More from the Peanut Gallery
Scene: To squash the ridiculous craving du jour, Mike and I agreed that after dinner one night, we would find a place where I could obtain a blue raspberry slushie.
William: Mama, what you want a blue slushie for?
Me: I don’t know, pal, you’ll have to ask the baby.
William (yelling at belly level): HEY BABY!!!! WHAT YOU WANT A BLUE SLUSHIE FOR????
(pause…)
William: What did the baby say, mama?