[Ed. note: Believe it or not, this entire exchange was extremely jovial, punctuated with laughter on both sides.]
Chickadee: So I had my piggy bank, and I tried to get the money out, except I shook it and shook it and— wait. I lost my train of thought. I need to start over!
Monkey: Stop.
Chickadee: So! I had my piggy bank, and I tried to get the money out, except I shook it—
Monkey: Be quiet, I said.
Chickadee: Whoops! Lost my train of thought! GOTTA START OVER! So! I had my piggy bank! And I tried to get the money out!
Monkey: Stop. Talking.
Chickadee: GOTTA START OVER! I had my piggy bank—
Monkey: Put a sock in it!
Chickadee: Lost my train of thought again! STARTING OVER!
Monkey: SHUT YOUR PIEHOLE!
[Here, a brief pause.]
Chickadee: Mmmmmm. I like pie!
She is soo your daughter :D
What DID happen to the piggy bank? Inquiring minds want to know.
Gotta love that Monkey!
Shut your piehole — classic. :)
(But is it Pie Hole? or Piehole? or Pie-hole?)
Love that!
I love pie too. God, now I want pie….
If your train should jump the track….do you want your money back? Yes or No?
HAHAHAHAHAHA! That’s such a funny exchange! Sounds like something that would happen at my house…only it would be between ME and one of The Kids!
I think it’s best if pie hole (and its various spellings) is kept off the spelling test.
Oh my gosh, they are too much! I would have SO been laughing!
Hug them both for me, please.
Too cute.
I am so with Chickadee! Pie for both of us, please.
Oh, that’s beautiful, Mir!
What is wrong with that Monkey of yours? He should have just took a hammer and ended the torture right then and there. I know he has it in him.
Kids forever provide great entertainment, after that there are just reruns and politics. give me the kids anytime.
hmm, I have some pie right here — makes me think of pigs.
I think I had a similar conversation like that with my husband a few days ago about the car payment.
Pete and Repete were sitting on a fence. Pete fell off. Who was left?
Repeat.
Okay! Pete and Repete were sitting on a fence. Pete fell off. Who was left?
Repeat.
Repeat? Okay! Pete and Repete were…
There are so many variations on that theme: shut your flan hole, shut your cake hole, shut your donut hole, shut your bacon hole.
Somehow, I just can’t help thinking that’s one of those exchanges where the proper parental response is: …
I am still dying to know what the deal was with the piggy bank, though.
In our house, we use, “Shut your Milk Bone hole” when the dogs are barking. We were also known to use, “Shut your cry hole” when the babies were crying. (Only in the sweetest tone, of course — strictly for our own amusement.)
I dun think I could say Shut it to my kids… Oh wait, I’ve been known to crack and yell ” SHUT UPPPPPPPPPPP! ” at them when its been a few hours of non stop talkingness.
Mother of the year. Yeah, thats me!
In Bossy’s house, she has the last word. Still. Talking.
Picture this: Small child gearing up to cry, possibly because his parents don’t let him smoke crack or stick his fingers in electric sockets. Who knows what sets the little bugger off (hee. I said bugger off. That’s filthy talk in Great Britain).
Parent growls at child to “Squirt some tears, Punk!”.
Child giggles against his will and then (unreasonably, in my opinion) gets mad at parent for jolting him out of his pissy fit.
Kids. Can’t live with ’em, can’t make ’em get a part time job to help pay for their dinosaur obsession.
Thanks for a little weekend fix Mir. Ha to the ha on the kids…