Penny: NO! Don't change me!
Me: We have to change you honey. Do you want to get a rash?
Me: Silly. Rashes aren't fun. You don't want a rash.
Penny: YOU'RE A RASH!!!
Well, she bested me there. What kind of a comeback can one give to that? That darn girl. She should 100% be potty trained anyway. But she screams like I am trying to stick her in a vat of burning oil when I try to encourage her to sit on any type of potty. "You're a rash."? Sheesh.
And, speaking of rashes, here is something that has nothing to do with rashes. Although . . . now that I typed that, it occurs to me it might . . . if snake bites cause rashes that is.
The other night Mike was looking at the want ads on the laptop as I was slowly drifting off to sleep next to him. I made some clever remark about his precious want ads which prompted Mike to say that they were the need ads. I must have laughed (as I slipped closer to sleep) -- wondering what exactly we'd find in the need ads. Before I totally drifted off, Mike suggested anti-venom as one item we'd certainly find in the need ads. Anti-venom? Why would that be the first thing to come to Mike's mind when thinking of things people might need? I don't know, but before falling asleep I thought, "Huh. Anti-venom. Funny. . . . (drifting drifting) . . . remember that for tomorrow . . . just remember venom . . . zzzzz." Then, the next morning, all I could recall was, "v-v-v . . . hmmm . . . Vaseline . . . vinegar . . . what was so funny?" Luckily, a few days later anti-venom popped into my head again and with it, the whole conversation. When I told Mike I thought it was funny that anti-venom would be the first thing he would think of that someone might need, he simply pointed out that if you did need anti-venom, you would really NEED anti-venom.