I'm Busy.

Tate and I were reading one of hs 300 Sesame Street books tonight and he was having a good ol' time looking at a page of Bert and Ernie preparing an elaborate meal in their little apartment. He was doing a great job of pointing at random things and identifying them, such as hot dogs, pancakes, grapes, corn, and jam. (Ok. Now that I think about it, what the hell kind of meal were those two making?) He pointed at a can of whipped cream and this is what transpired:

Tate: "Asshat?" (No, he has still not mastered saying "what's that" correctly. I'm not pushing it. This way is much more humorous, especially in public.)

Me: "Oh, that's a can of whipped cream."

Tate: "No, Mommy. That's beer. Beer."

Me: "No, honey, not everything that comes in a can is beer. That's whipped cream."

Tate, looking extremely puzzled: "Where's the beer? They need beer!"

I was going to tell him that Bert and Ernie always seemed more like wine or martini guys to me, but I didn't think it was worth it. The problem was solved when he pointed at a bottle of ketchup and quite confidently proclaimed it to be red beer. There ya go.

His new thing when asked to do something is to turn down our offer quite regretfully, informing us that he is "busy." Yeah, busy crawling around on the floor looking for something to chuck at the dog's head. Or he could be going to the refrigerator, looking for a carton of milk to pull out and place in another room without our knowledge. That does take a lot of time and initiative. But no, most of the time he decrees his business while lounging on the couch, waiting for his next devilish plan to take form in his little head. Tonight, that plan showed itself in the form of putting penne noodles on Spencer's back and seeing how long they stuck there. Gotta say, those suckers just grab on and hold. There may still be one or two on there. I'm sure Nora will rectify that situation soon enough.