Monday, February 11, 2013
Hot Dog, Hot Dog, Hot Diggy Dog
One day, when Lauren was quite small, she keep asking me for a hot dog, I was surprised because I didn't know she knew that word. I repeatably told her we didn't have any. She finally screamed and stomped and pulled me into the kitchen to point to the muffins on the counter.
"Oh! I said, you want a muffin???" ...holding the muffin out to her.
I got a very vigorous nod, and she snatched it up and said "hot dog."
At this point in time my dear little helpful Ellie who had been quietly observing, explained quite matter-of-factly "she thinks a muffin is a hot dog."
Not thinking too much about WHY that might be, I explained to Lauren several times, that the yummy thing she had eaten and was asking for another of, was NOT a hot dog, but in fact a muffin.
Several months later, it was like I was having de ja vue, when my dear Lauren started begging me for a hot dog again. I insisted we didn't have any, and had completely forgotten about the muffin situation until she once again dragged me into the kitchen and pointed at my freshly made cupcakes.
"Mmmmm Hot Dog please." She said very politely.
Ellie could not help laughing out loud, thinking it was quite the funniest thing. To this day, I have not been able to convince Lauren that muffins are muffins, and cupcakes are cupcakes. They are Hot Dogs. And neither James or Ellie has confessed to purposely confusing their poor little sister .....but I certainly suspect Ellie.
The funny thing is when Barry brought home two cases of quarter pound hot dogs from work, and our fridge was filled with hot dogs, Lauren had no trouble accepting that this pink tube of salty mystery meat was coincidentally called a hot dog as well.
Oh well. ;)
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That is hilarious! Personally, I like muffins much more than hot dogs anyway.
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