It was a landmark day in the Dog house, for the first time, of what I'm sure will be many, Big Dog gave Little Dog a bloody nose. I stepped out of the room for a moment to get the boys a snack and returned to screaming and a bloody faced toddler.
I cleaned him up, punished the guilty and life returned to normal. But a few minutes later, I noticed that there was a small crimson spot between Little Dog's eyes. I told him
"Come over here, I'll clean up your blood bindi."
After I wiped him clean, little Dog looked in the mirror and says "Wook! My blend-y all gone!"
Cool, we have another new word. I'm assuming it is a mix of blood and bindi, but I could be giving him too much credit.
Pasta ala Fridge
12 years ago
1 comment:
Blendi. I like it! This story is one of many that has me convinced I could never handle boys. (Though my daughter is probably just as capable of inflicting such an injury with her flailing limbs.)
(BTW: Just saw your comment on my post... "the angry burrito"? How hilarious is that? I have an image in my mind of my own screaming burrito. Actually, that would make an AWESOME band name. Either would, actually.)
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