Monkey and Baby Bug were chasing each other around the house today. Not that that in itself is anything special-it's pretty much a daily occurrence and not something that would typically capture my attention unless crying or bloodshed was involved. Today however I happened to have a monster headache and they happened to be working themselves into particularly feverish and high pitched squeals, so I stopped them and asked (with more irritation than was probably reasonable)...
Me: Just what is going on here, son?
Monkey(throwing his hands to his face and smiling): RUN MOMMY! Baby Bug is The Orpor-pewtion!
Me: The what?
Monkey: She's the cor-puke-ation Mommy....RUUUUUUUUUUN!
Of course, Monkey tries to go skipping off full of giggles, but I stop him in his tracks.
Me: It's not nice to call names, son.
Monkey: I'm not! Mommy, I'm just pretending.
Me: It's not okay to call names, even if it's just pretend.
Monkey: But Mommy I'm NOT! Baby Bug is the cor-rulation for uplick roadtesting and she's chasing me. See, she's smiling! It's okay!
Me: She's a what now?!
Monkey(running away with Baby Bug hot on his trail now): She's the orpurtation for puplick bro-tasting and she's chasing the viewers like MEEEEEEEEE!
Hubby and I look at each other as it begins to dawn on us.
Me: Did he just say "viewers like me"?
Hubby: I think so.
Me (Snickering): Do you think he means....?
Hubby: He totally does (laughing).
Me: Son, are you running away from the Corporation for Public Broadcasting?
Monkey(giggling hysterically): YEAH Mommy~Look! Here she comes to get the Viewers Like Me! Thank Yooooooooooooooou!
I think we may have to institute a ban on OPB. Still, it was adorable enough to take my mind off my headache while the Tylenol kicked in. The kids give headaches, and the kids take them away....