Anyway, so all this turkey frying has finally worn out our fryer pot to the extent that we felt it necessary to buy a new one. Thanksgiving Day being a day for turkey, football and laziness, we knew we didn't want to prep it tomorrow. Mr. A started assembling it last night and finished it off with a good washing.
The pot is pretty deep, so he just washed it in the bathtub (after a whole lot of girlish sounding whining about how cold it is outside......it was a "bone-chilling" 57 degrees outside) and left it in there for reasons only a man can sort out.
After a little while, I realized I hadn't seen MollyMischiefMachine, so I started calling for her.
Awesomeness: Where were you?
Molly: I was in the bathroom.
Awesomeness: What were you doing in the bathroom for so long?
Molly: I play with Pot.
Awesomeness: Pot? Who's Pot?
Molly: Pot is in the bathtub. He's my new best friend. We play catch with a ball.
She was, indeed, tossing a ball at the pot. The pot was indeed "catching" it. It's come to my attention that we should probably make more of an effort to help her find some real friends. People ones.
In other news, I caught MollyMischiefMaker playing with the house phone just after I started typing this post. I explained to her that she shouldn't play with the phone because sometimes people call because they need to talk to her daddy or me and that they won't be able to get through if she's playing with the phone. (Okay, so no one actually calls, but it was the principle of the matter.) Her response:
But Mama, I need call Pongo.
Pongo. As in, 101 Dalmations Pongo. She is obsessed with that dog. She was very disappointed about not being able to talk to her imaginary dog friend on the phone, so I gave her my old cell phone and told her it was her special "Pongo phone". Then, in predictable little girl fashion, she proceeded to call all of her friends:
Hi Pongo! It's me, it's Molly. You're my best friend. What's that Pongo? Yes. Uh, huh. You have Patches? Patches is a puppy. Okay Pongo, bye-bye!
Hello Santa! You got reindeers? Yes? And a sleigh? I just talking to Pongo. He's white with black spots. Pongo is my best friend.
Hi Grammy and Papa! I just talking to Pongo and Santa. I miss you too Grammy. Uh huh. I haveta go now. Bye-bye!
Boy, whatta chatterbox.