Mommy and Daddy are watching some mindless TV.
Five year-old Isabella enters: Daddy, can we please go into the pool now? I already got on my two-piece Zucchini.
Daddy is feeling subversive.
Me: No, Honey. That’s not a “Zucchini.” What you are wearing is a “Cucumber.”
Iz: Daaad! Cucumber?!
Me: Yes, people frequently confuse the two since the zucchini and cucumber look so much alike.
Iz: Mommy! This isn’t cucumber, right. It’s a zucchini.
Mommy glances: Sorry, Sweetie. Cucumber. Common Mistake.
Me: Did you remember to close the fridge?
Iz: Mommmmmmmy! Dadddddy!
Me: Ok, go get a towel.
Iz: Yay!
Mommy: And some Ranch dressing.
By the way, if you haven’t already clicked over to my good friend Gretchen’s blog Second Blooming, I kicked in a guest blog post the other day. Give it a read. http://secondblooming.typepad.com/
Love it! I’m visiting from Gretchen’s, sorry, you let the door open, and really enjoyed your post over there so I thought I’d hop over and check it out. You’ve got great snark! (whoever thought THAT would be considered a compliment?)
You guys are a hoot. My dad was (IS) a lover of the pun and making me crazy. Word of Warning: I tried to disown him in public when I was a teenager. I think by the time I was 25 I had mostly gotten over that & now I appreciate him a LOT.