We head out to the toy store this evening. We found a really cool horse that whinnies and eats and well…that’s about it. But she loves it and I agree to get it for her.
She is such a good girl that I don’t mind treating her on occasion.
While we are in the car on the way home I am asking her what the new horses name is. We go through a slew of names. I am determined to not let her name another stuffed animal “Maria”, so I am suggesting all over the place.
No, No, No. She is one tough critic. I change tactics.
Me: “How do you know that it isn’t a boy?”
Charlotte: “She isn’t.”
Me: “But how do you know that?”
Charlotte: “Cause she doesn’t have a peanuts.”
Good point.
We go through some more names. So far none are working. Then she says “Her name can be Micheal Jackson”.
Uh, huh?
Well, I guess none of us are sure on the peanuts there either.
~Trisha
PS Before you ask, no, we didnt teach her peanuts over penis.
lol , ” no peanuts” that awesome! I just love kids , they come up with the cutest things.