Wednesday, May 02, 2007

such contempt for an innocent species

At the breakfast table today, the Sober Husband promised Lola toast and tea, but then wandered off to check his email, leaving me to take over the reins. I spread the toast with butter and honey, and I made the tea weak, with milk and sugar. This turned out to be all wrong.

"I like honey with peanut butter!"

"It's good like this; try it! That's how I eat it," I cajoled.

"This is MILK, not tea."

"It's tea with milk. White tea. Milk tea."

After quite a bit of sulking (I said, "Aww, you started out with a fabulous Daddy breakfast, but Mommy turned it into a crappy old Mommy breakfast!"), Lola ended up loving the breakfast. Anton offered to make her fresh tea, but she insisted, "I love this tea!" Charmed into a better mood eventually, Lola deigned to entertain me:

"What do you call a big dog that has brown spots all over on him?"

"A Dalmatian?"


She laughed uproariously at her own inscrutable wit.


hughman said...

i don't get it. i feel old and stupid.

the Drunken Housewife said...

There's not really anything to get. I just thought it was funny because it was so ungettable. No one could have ever guessed it, and it was weird calling dogs (which normally she loves) something so hostile. I think it stems from a particular old man who owns three Dalmatians and who walks them near Lola's preschool. He is infamous for NEVER, EVER cleaning up after his constantly pooping dogs. No amount of shaming from others will get this old man to bend over and pick up his dogs' excrement from the public path.

2amsomewhere said...

My older daughter has taken a special fondness to this book I have on Java network programming. She calls it Coffee Tea because there's a coffee cup on the cover. Sometimes, she asks me to read it to her, so we talk about the shapes that make up the diagrams and read of the page numbers, which are depicted inside coffee cups.

Silliyak said...

Thank you H, I couldn't have admitted I didn't get it until someone else was brave enough to draw fire. When you get old enough, if you don't get something, you start worrying that maybe there was some knowledge in some of those "wasted" brain cells that were so callously cast aside in earlier times.

hughman said...

thanks for the clarification, DH. i kept saying the punch line and the word "dot-from" over and over thinking there was something i'd missed.

also, what a deliciously brit breakfast!