Today’s Sunday Smackdown is brought to you by Sweet Pea and Pumpkin Pie. Pumpkin Pie got a blow-up squeaky hammer at a birthday party yesterday and evidently slept with it in his bed. He brought it into my room first thing this morning while Husband and I were, of course, still sleeping. Sweet Pea managed to materialize, almost as if he were looking for a fight. The following is is an actual argument the 12 year old man-cub and his 4 year-old easily-tweaked brother had while lying on my bedroom floor.
Pumpkin Pie: Do you like my sqeaky hammer?
Sweet Pea (who has not yet been medicated for the day): Aaawwwwesoooooome!! Youcanhitmewithitifyouwant! Hitmewithit! Youcanhitmewithitifyouwantto! Hitmehitmehitmehitme!
Sweet Pea: Hitmehitmehitmehitme!!
Me: Don’t hit hit him or anyone else with that hammer or it goes in the attic. Why did you let the air out of that?
Pumpkin Pie (can’t talk because he has deflated the hammer and is now re-inflating it): I let the air out. I put the air back in. (right, then)
Sweet Pea: That hammer would pop in outer space. That hammer would pop in outer space. It would pop if it were in outer space. Yep, it would pop. (makes exploding noises)
Pumpkin Pie: No it wouldn’t!!
Sweet Pea: Yes it would because spaceisavacuum and itwouldpop. Pop, pop, pop. (makes extensive exploding noises)
Pumpkin Pie: NO IT WOULDN’T!!!
Sweet Pea: Yes it would.
Pumpkin Pie: NO IT WOOOOUUUUULDEEEEEEN’T!!!
Sweet Pea: Would so.
Me: How about you just not take into outer space and then you don’t have to worry about it.
Pumpkin Pie: But I waaaaaaaant to take it into outer space!!
Husband: Everybody OUT!