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It's been a while, but a Toddler Wily Interlude for Tuesday.

The backstory: For Christmas, Santa brought the girls cold packs (for their many bumps and bruises) - Hello Kitty for Jeneric and Strawberry Shortcake for Toddler Wily.

The scene: Toddler Wily is putting on Jeneric's Mickey Mouse ears. There is an elastic strap. Toddler Wily pulls the strap down to the floor and releases. There is a smart snap as it recoils against her chin. Tears ensue. Hugs are offered and turned away. Amid sobs, a small "Up! Up!" is heard. Jenni picks her up. More sobs and frantic pointing at the refrigerator. Milk? No. Snack? No. A magnet? No! Jenni leans over and Toddler Wily pulls on the freezer. Open freezer and Toddler Wily grabs Strawberry Shortcake. She plops on the ground and puts it on her chin. And then her head, foot and back to the chin.

Communication? We haz it!

Interlude: Pink Milk Anyone?

Toddler Jeneric enjoys the occasional bottle for chocolate or strawberry milk as her treat at the end of a well behaved grocery trip.  Her chocolate milk ran out at lunch today, so she asked for some pink milk next.  Unfazed by the fact that we didn't have any, she suggested I make some.  Since I claimed to not know how, she offered the following receipe:

Mustard
Broccoli
Lettuce

I checked if I needed any milk, and she just repeated the above three ingredients.  Anyone interested?

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Eric: Toddler Jeneric, where are you going?
TJ: With Grammy & Grampy.
Eric: Where are Grammy & Grampy going?
TJ: With Toddler Jeneric!

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Toddler Jeneric's description of an upset tummy:
"There's a caterpillar in there."

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Toddler reasoning for why we should get dogs (yes, plural - a single dog won't do):
1. The cats are noisy and need dogs to quiet them down.
2. The cats are misbehaving and need dogs to keep them in line.

We have no plans to acquire one or more dogs.

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A keen Toddler Jeneric observation:
Cantaloupe skin feels like tree bark.

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Alternatively titled: How Daddy is not like former Illinois Governor Blagojevich

Today, Toddler Jeneric attempted to 'negotiate' her nap, offering to trade Eric 1 nap for the consumption of peas and green beans. Sadly for Toddler Jeneric, Eric is beyond reproach and could not be bribed.

To Mystery Politico, who thinks the health of our family would improve if we just got some sleep: Blogger has a scheduling feature. If we're up at midnight, it's because someone has woken us from our slumber.

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Alternatively titled: I would never flush the cat.

The place: our downstairs bathroom, where the flusher valve is a tad sticky on occasion.
The players: Jenni and Toddler Jeneric.
The scene: Jenni has removed the tank cover on the toilet to un-stick the flusher valve. She has just finished scolding Lady Argon (the cat) for picking at the carpet.

Toddler Jeneric enters and screams at the top of her shrill, toddler lungs: "Noooo! Mama! Don't flush Lady Argon!"
Jenni (aka Mama) jumps 36 feet into the air and begins to reassure Toddler Jeneric that she would never flush the cat (it took all her strength not to say because the cat wouldn't fit in the toilet).
Enter Eric, with a cameo. He quickly reunites Toddler Jeneric with her beloved Lady Argon who has taken up residence on the scratching post.

You finish the scene: Is Toddler Jeneric scarred for life? Will she ever trust Mama with the cat again?

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Ask Toddler Jeneric where her Mama works and these days she answers: "The castle."

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Despite our best efforts - nearly 2 months of regular posting! - the comments at Wily Jeneric remain few and far between. What do we have to do to get a comment out of you people? Change our parenting role model to William Tell?

So go ahead - evolve and leave a comment this week at Wily Jeneric.

(p.s. We in no way mean to insult fans of archery, apples, classical music or Rossini.)
(p.p.s. A hearty Happy 150th birthday to our man, Mr. Charles Darwin!)

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Conversation with Toddler Jeneric (TJ):

Me: TJ, when did you wake up today?
TJ: Oh, a few minutes before Daddy came to get me.