Pineapple

One recent morning the boy comes into our room and climbs in between us. He was ready to start his day, we weren't. It was a reasonable time, we were just begging for "5 more minutes".

He proceeds to yack it up and before long he was bouncing his fingers around. Everything is "blast off", "shooting fire", or "bouncing" with this boy. So he was bouncing his fingers off of most anything he could find and shooting them as high as his arms could reach, over and over again.

When suddenly he was all like "what is this?"
Half asleep I respond "that is a nipple".

With his head cocked and in an inquisitive tone he says "A pineAPPLE???"

Pineapple, pineapple, pineapple, pineapple...

Carie bursts into a controlled laughter.

Blog about that, she says. Okay, I'll take that dare!