Every time we give the Peanut a bath, she emerges from the tub as an even bigger silliness generating machine than usual. You wouldn't think it should take two adults to subdue one 40-pound person long enough to towel her off and put her pajamas on, but it often does, because of her inability to stop flailing her limbs, shouting and giggling. So we only bathe her once a month.
OK, I'm kidding about that last part. But not about the Unstoppable Silliness Machine. Sometimes, post-bath, she fixates on a word and shouts it at the top of her lungs for 20 minutes or so. (Howdy, downstairs neighbors! Just wait until your little toddler starts to talk...just wait...) One time, the Word of the Day was "butt." Last night, it was:
"Booger!" (Giggles uncontrollably.) "BOOGER!" (Giggles uncontrollably.) "BOOGER!" (Etc.)
"Oh....KAY. Can you please not say 'booger'?" I said. Which was totally the wrong thing to say, because it just kicked off another round of booger-shouting. "Where did you learn that word from?" I asked, already knowing the answer. The culprit was, of course, this guy.