Occasionally Sweet Pea will send me a text while I am at work. Usually it is to ask to do something
he knows perfectly well he is not allowed to do, or to complain that he doesn’t have an iphone. Last week this is the text conversation we had:
Sweet Pea: Pumpkin Pie thinks they sell bodies at hospitals! Angela (our sitter) told him they didn’t.
Me: Funny! You used to think they gave out hugs there.
Sweet Pea: I told him they cost $5 and are quite tasty.
Oh dear Lord.
Me: You are awful.
Sweet Pea: Yup.
And this is why Pumpkin Pie’s oldest brother is a bad influence on him. Don’t worry, Pumpkin Pie knows better than to believe anything Sweet Pea tells him, anyway.