Regarding Pirate Names...

On the way to school/work today...

TH: Dadda, were there pirates in the Great Lakes?
Me: Not sure, bud. We can look it up later, though. I think most of them spent time in the Caribbean, like Blackbeard. Remember we went to that pirate museum in St. Augustine?
TH: Oh, that's right. I remember.
*6 seconds of silence*
TH: Dadda, if you were a pirate, you'd be 'Whitebeard'.
Me: ...
TH: Hahahahahahaha!

Regarding Jaguars...

After spending the ENTIRE day at the zoo on Sunday, the Tiny Human and I were driving home and I asked him what was his favorite thing he saw. 

TH: I don't know, Dadda. What was yours?
Me: Mine was the jaguar, I think. 
TH: oh, me, too! I loved seeing the jaguar!
Me: Do you remember where they are from?
TH: Great Britain. 
Me: ?? Ummm, are you sure about that?
TH: Yeah, they are made in Great Britain!
Me: Made? Wait, are you talking about the old J-type Jaguar we saw near the airport on the way home?
TH: Yeah, what are you taking about?
Me: *sigh*

Those Aren't Pockets...

Me: No, remember we talked about this before, buddy. That's not a pocket in your underwear. 
F: What's it for then?
Me: [quietly explains the purpose of the opening in underwear]
F: So... It's a peepee pocket. 
Me: No, that's not-
F: I have a peepee pocket! Peepee pocket! Peepee pocket!
Me: *sigh*
F: [runs out of the room] peepee pocket! Peepee pocket!
Me: Just... *sigh*

Medical Emergencies

F "hurt" himself this morning (the most minor of scrapes, barely 1/8" in both width and length).

F: Dadda, I hurt myself.
Me: I see that, bud. Want me to look at it?
F: No, we need to get some leeches!
Me: What? why?
F: To suck out the bad blood!!
Me: isn't that a little extreme??

Another one of those situations where I have no idea where he gets this from...

Chicken Pot Pie

Last night we were trying to think of things we could make for supper; my wife said, "What about a chicken pot pie?"

And from the hearth room, where the little one was playing with Legos, we heard, "Chicken pot, chicken pot, chicken pot piiiiiee...."

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Chicken pot, chicken pot, chicken pot piiiiiiee...

Asparagus Basil Frittata

Ingredients:

1 Tbsp olive oil
3 red potatoes
asparagus (a bunch, whatever quantity that is)
¼ cup of green onions (I use about three stalks)
2 cloves garlic
6 eggs
1/3 cup milk
1 Tbsp mustard powder
salt, pepper to taste

1 container basil/tomato feta cheese (whatever size container that is – 2oz? 6 oz? I don’t know…)
1 bunch of fresh basil
Healthy But Non-Vegetarian Option: Package of (6) turkey sausage links

Steps:
If you’re going to add them, set up a small skillet and brown the turkey sausage links per directions on a back burner.

Dice the potatoes. In a 10” oven-safe skillet (I recommend cast iron, about Size 8), heat the oil and sauté the potatoes for about 10 minutes on medium heat.

While that is cooking, snap the asparagus stalks at the natural breaking point. Put the bottom half in the compost bin and chop the upper half into bite-sized pieces. I cut mine at angles because I’m fancy; obviously you don’t have to do that. Chop the green onion and dice/press the garlic, while you’re at it. These three prepped items can be kept in the same bowl/plate. (I always organize my cooking by what ingredients are added at the same time, FYI.)

Crack the eggs into a larger metal bowl (shells to compost bin). Add the milk, mustard, salt, and pepper and whisk well.

When potatoes are done, add the asparagus, onions, and garlic and sauté for another 6-8 minutes or so. (Like my vagueness? I only do that when I’m cooking and I get it from my mum.) While those are cooking, dice the sausage (if adding). When potato/veggie mix is done, add sausage and mix up well.

Pour egg mixture into skillet. Occasionally push down the side of the pan with a spatula and tilt the pan to get runny egg mixture into the gap for better cooking. When there is still just a bit of uncooked egg on the top, add the feta cheese to the top of the mixture.

Put in oven on High broil for 3 minutes to finish cooking the top part and melt/partially brown the feta cheese. While the frittata is broiling, roll up the basil leaves and cut them into thin ribbons.

Remove from oven and sprinkle with the basil. Cut into slices and serve.

Take picture of awesome easy and fast dish and post on favourite social media platform.

He's almost got it...

Last night, I was cleaning and putting away the cutting board and the large curved pizza cutter. It was given to us as a "cheese cutter" by Dana's uncle, so when Finley asked what it was, I told him it was a cheese cutter and explained that you use it when you're cutting the cheese.

The first person to laugh at that phrase was not the 4.5 year old boy, who, as it turns out, wasn't aware of the euphemism. It wasn't even the 41 year old boy, who knew exactly what he was saying! It was the mom/wife (age undisclosed) who snickered. When Finley wanted to know why she was laughing, I explained what the phrase meant. He of course thought it was hilarious.

Finley had his first dentist appointment this morning. While we were waiting for Doctor Mike, we played in the kids' play area...

F: *giggle*
Me: What's so funny?
F: I just cheese cutted. *laugh*
Me: I think we need to work on our euphemisms, Bunny.

He doesn't usually mix phrases up like that, but I love how he takes recently-learned knowledge and puts it right to good use (yes, even when it's recently-learned potty knowledge).