Don't call me that!

With the MonkeyFish child learning so many new words, it's sometimes difficult to figure out what he's trying say. He's been saying 'shoes' for a little while now but we couldn't figure out why he was saying it all the time.

The other morning, Buster got up early to get the MonkeyFish out of bed and the minute he hit the floor, he came tearing into the bedroom to see me. He starts banging on the bed and shouting 'shoes, shoes'. It finally dawned on us that he is calling me by my christian name.

So now we are Dadda, MonkeyFish and Suse. Nice work child.

Locked out

I got locked out the other day by the child, again. He shuts the sliding screen back door after me and then realises that he'd rather follow me outside so he reaches up to the latch but he can't quite reach. Standing on tippy toes he can just reach the lever which locks the door when flipped down. And I'm locked out, a toddler, with monkey propensity, is locked in.

Now I have a system where I only ever 'snib' the front screen door. Then I walk around and poke my finger through the hole in the screen and unlock it. Luckily I didn't replace the front door ordinary netting with the tough-grade netting that is on the back door.

Sure, security is an issue, but I figure most burglars don't realise that the enormous black dog that jumps up the door is only checking for dog treats in unguarded pockets.

Stupid conversations

LG: Hey Anita, I took your recommendation and I made an appointment to see your hairdresser next Friday.

Anita: Oh, great. I'm really happy with how he cuts my hair. But just be aware that he is married with two kids.

LG: Ok, I'll try not to hit on him then.

Anita: No, no, I mean, he's not a gay hairdresser.

LG: So he's a straight hairdresser then -not that there's anything wrong with that. I think I can cope.