The Weasels are kind of twisted in their sense of humor and I've got to say that I like it.
This afternoon Smallest Weasel asked me to make her a hot dog for lunch. I complied and served it to her before continuing to work around the kitchen. In a style that only a 4 year old can, she started to protest that she did not want to eat a hot dog.
"That's good, because I made you a hot cat instead"
"a hot cat?"
"Yup, I made you a hot cat"
And the as she proceeds to stick her fork into it (no buns for this girl and refuses to let anyone cut it up) I start to meow in pain. She starts to laugh and eat. With every bite I 'Meoooooow' and she can't get enough. When she is all through she says:
"Mom, I din't really eat a cat"(as if I hadn't known).
"No, but you did eat a cow or part of one(I buy all beef hot dogs).
"I ate a cow?"
"Yes, and they taste good. Tonight when you are sleeping you should hear 'moooooo' coming from you stomach".
"Well that or meow."
"Mom, I don't eat cats"
"Have you ever had any really good Chinese food?"
"Awww Mom, every time we go to the Chinese restaurant I order a kitty cocktail"(translation= kiddie cocktail)
At which point I bust out laughing. "what do you do when all the cat hair gets in your mouth?"
"Mom, they skin the cats first." What on earth was I thinking?
"And then what do they do?"
"They squeeze the cat juice out!" How did I not know this?
Well that's my laugh for the day.
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