Friday, November 25, 2005

Such an Eccentric Child...(Meet Peanut Butter)

Son #3, age 3 1/2, is playing with his "new best friend." (Those are his words.) "I just love him," my son says. Care to guess what - no, not whom - he's talking about? His friend, Peanut Butter. I am not making this up. Heck, I don't have the imagination to come up with something like this!

I was making Son #3 a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, when he stuck his index finger into the peanut butter and declared it his New Best Friend. Now, I can't very well allow my child to go through life with a dab of peanut butter on his finger. He'll smear it everywhere...and then there's the dog.

I tried to convince him to eat Peanut Butter (the friend, as opposed to the stuff on his bread) so that "he'll be with you always." That didn't fly. I explained that if he did, Peanut Butter would magically reappear in the peanut butter jar. No dice.

So there was my son on the verge of tears. Finally, inspiration hits...sort of. I convinced him to put Peanut Butter into the little cap of a 2-liter soda bottle. Peanut Butter's own house! So now Son #3 is walking around the house, talking to a soda bottle cap with a tiny dab of peanut butter smeared inside.

They later fell asleep together on the sofa while watching TV. Just in case you're wondering, Peanut Butter is on the right (see the white cap?).

I've got to get this boy around some children his own age. Or to a pediatric psychiatrist. ;-)


~d said...

Oh yes, I DID scoll backup to be certain I could see Peanut Butter. How is this AM, is PB still his BF?

Elle*Bee said...

Well, I put PB up on a high shelf so the dog wouldn't sniff him out (the dog likes to eat peanut butter AND plastic so it would be nirvana to him). Zack hasn't mentioned PB this morning, but I'm not getting rid of it because he'll ask as soon as I do. Is that not the craziest thing you've ever heard?