Hallelujah It's Friday! Come on say it with me, I know you want to. As soon as I complete my Friday morning chauffeuring, Zumba leading and grocery shopping responsibilities I automatically switch into take-it-easy/decompression mode, complete with frozen pizza and popcorn for supper and family movie night. Today the decompression started about 6 hours earlier than normal when I decided to keep Bre home from school today because of a nasty sounding cough. So, since just after breakfast we've been takin' it easy, catching up on laundry and dishes and watching PBS, and eating, always with the eating. I grew up watching PBS (and eating of course, but that's nether here nor there) and as a result have NO parental qualms whatsoever about allowing my children to watch TV of the Mr. Rogers & Sesame Street variety. Some parents seem to pride themselves on saying "My children only watch 13.245 minutes of tv a week." I don't care to boast of such things and would much rather my children have the fond memories of learning to count in Spanish with Big Bird and discovering the migratory habits of Monarch butterflies with the Krat brothers.
The kids were watching Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood this afternoon, an animated spin off of the characters from Mr. Roger's land of make believe. It's by far one of their most favorite shows (right next to Wild Krats), and is always heralded by shouts and whoops of excitement as the opening scenes start to roll. The topic of today's show was "try new things"and in one of the segments the characters made a banana swirl treat. According to the kids (I was rebooting the laundry) Daniel Tiger & Miss Elena froze banana pieces, and then pureed them in the blender to have as an after dinner treat. Both my kiddos adore anything cooking related and are always more than eager to get their hands dirty in the kitchen, so they asked me if we could make some banana swirl as well, plueeeeze! After explaining the process to me I told them that we don't own a blender so we wouldn't be able to make that kind of banana treat. Wes wondered if I had lost our blender, and I had some difficulty explaining to him that you can't loose something you never had to begin with.
They were of course quite disappointed that banana swirl was not in their culinary future, so after a moment of applying my "how can Mommy turn their frowns upside down without purchasing a new kitchen appliance" super-powers I declared that we could make banana popsicles to have after our pizza and popcorn instead. My maternal powers must still be intact because at the moment of their comprehension there wasn't a frown to be found for 100 miles round'!
Here was our recipe;
2 bananas
4 popscicle sticks or anything of a spear like shape
2 TBS yogurt mixed with 1 TBS peanut butter
shredded coconut
semi sweet chocolate chips
Peel the bananas and pierce them as if you were defending yourself from a savage wildebeest.
Roll into the yogurt/peanut butter mixture for the necessary adhesive factor.
Sprinkle with way more toppings than the surface area can hope to contain and then lick up the leftovers that have fallen onto your work surface like a hungry furry mammal of your choosing.
Freeze and enjoy!
Once we had their banana-scicles all assembled and onto the cookie sheet that was headed for the freezer, Bre mentioned that the ones with chocolate chips on them looked like porcupines. Wes, then pointed to his scicle duo and said,
"This one is called porcupine and this one is called fart."
*insert crickets chirping*
I tried desperately to tame down the look of complete and utter confusion that I'm sure was on my face and asked him to repeat himself. Perhaps I had misheard him.
"That one is called porcupine and that one is call fart cause it has white stuff on it."
..... White stuff? Farts don't have white stuff, unless he means like in a cartoon?
My brain was beginning to throb with the exertion of trying to discover the connection he was making. We had just had the discussion about this particular F word 2 nights ago (one of them had heard it used at church in kids class). I had explained what it meant and that it wasn't necessarily a bad word but just wasn't a very polite word to use and we preferred them to use the word toot instead. And now he was using it to reference an item of food!?! I decided that another definition review might be in order and said
"Buddy, fart means toot, remember?"
He put his little hand on his forehead and said "I meant to say sheep. That one is called sheep."
Shredded coconut = white stuff = sheep fur. Ah ha! But why did he come up with fart when the word he wanted was sheep? A popscicle named fart!!!!
As these thoughts raced through my brain at lightning speed and the last phrase repeated itself like a broken record, I began to laugh until tears streamed down my cheeks and I was gasping for air. Luckily, he thought the situation was funny as well and wasn't hurt that I was "laughing at him".
Most of the time I'm quite proficient at filling in the logical blanks between what they meant to say and what actually gets spoken, but I simply could not connect the dots this time. When I have to draw a mental link between flatulence and wool fibers I'm afraid that's where the outer boarders of my Mommy super powers dissipate into a cloud of white stuff.
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