Yesterday, Girl Terror informed us that Daddy is an apple, Mummy is a sweet potato, and she herself is a banana. This was the funniest thing she has ever heard, apparently. It lead to the following conversations, which, unless you are a parent, you never ever expect to hear.
Hubby was changing Girl Terror's butt. Trying to get her to lie still, he said "Be still, little monkey!"
Girl Terror: Not monkey, Banana!!
Hubby: Oohhh. Okay, Banana. I need to peel you so I can change your butt. Here goes! Peel, peel, peel. (as he "peels" off her pants and diaper)
GT: Hee heee! Now EAT ME!!!
Okay, we might be a bit immature around here, but that was seriously funny. In a sick, nasty kind of way. We just hope she never discusses this outside the house.
Later that night, as I tucked her in, I foolishly went with our general routine conversation.
Me: Night-night, love you.
Me: (poke poke in the belly) Night-night, love you!!
GT: (she sighs in exasperation) Mummy, bananas don't talk!
Today she must not be a banana, because she hasn't shut up all day.