Good thing that Evan isn’t so good at pronouncing his “F”’s. It’s not that the word doesn’t exist in Pete & my vocabulary’s, but really, we are pretty sure we haven’t uttered it around Evan. Or if we have, it’s gone seemingly unnoticed and we never heard it parroted back until tonight.
It started something like this: Come over here, you puckers!
(Shock). Um, what did you say? Come HERE, you puckers!
What did you call Daddy? Did you say suckers? No, PUCKERS. Pucker? NO, PUH-ker. Puh, puh.
That doesn’t sound like a word we know. How about using crazy-head instead? No. Oh, look. I dropped the little puckers. (Referring to his crayons). I broke the puckers. I’ll put the puckers over here…
This continued for a while. As we tried desperately to hide our hysterics.
And the evening will end on this note:
I’m Buck, and you’re Buck. Oh! You mean BUCK from Ice Age! Yeah, you’re a buck! You’re a mommy buck! You’re a WILD buck! Excellent – I can work with this…sort of. I’m Buck, let’s go look for dinosaurs! Mommy, you’re such a silly buck!
Sigh.
And here’s a cute picture of Hazel.


































