Random Fun with a Five-Year Old

And Deirdre wins Quote of the Day, before 7am -


So, after grocery shopping last night, I removed a Rubbermaid container of Highly Questionable Leftovers, from the fridge, to make room for more food. I sat it on the counter, and kind of forgot to dump it out and put it in the sink to let it soak and think about what it had done


This morning...



Deirdre: "Momma, what's these?" (lifting the lid)
Me: "Baby DON'T open that! It's nasty!
Deirdre: "But what IS it? Lemme see!"
Me: "I think it used to be black-eyed peas, but it was in the fridge too long, and now it's just Nasty."
Deirdre: "I wanna see!"
Me: *opens the container a bit, to let her have a look* *huge amount of OMGWHATISTHATSMELL comes wafting out*
Deirdre: "Oh, UGGGHH!" (holding her nose) "It's stink! Peas are PUUEEEY! Like Kalel's poopy diaper; peas is POO!"
Me: "No, peas are good. Peas with bacon that have been sitting in the fridge for two or three weeks are Poo. Food just gets nasty when it gets too old."
Deirdre: "Like grandaddy! Grandaddy is OLD!"
Me: "NO, Deirdre; grandaddy is old, but he is not....well, I guess you may have a point, there."



And now, more Fun With Deirdre...


Just some of the Random Weirdness that's been flowing from her direction, as of late:

The night of The Cake Incident, lying on our coffee table because she is "at the doctor" (and wearing her brother's hat, thus making her pulsing five-year old brains look freakishly large). Let me tell you...if Kalel is the "doctor," we're going to need a helluva lot of malpractice insurance.

This is a little something I like to call "6am, on a School Day" -

And this, is the result of letting a too-creative-for-her-own-good child watch Watership Down:

That would be Peyton, giving her the Weird Eye.

Oh, and here's the inside look at that Cake O'the Doom:

See? Told ya it was edible.

Deirdre is currently setting the dining table with her huge blanket as a tablecloth, and miscellaneous unmatching bowls and cups. I suspect I am about to be the victim of a birthday party, but hey...maybe she'll finally let me unwrap that Chicken Little dvd, before we have to return it to the library.
More weirdness to come, I'm sure.