Well, I've got a couple of winners here this week.
While getting Erin ready for school picture day, she turned and looked me dead in the face and asked, "Dadoo, do I look pretty."
"Yes. Absolutely. You look very pretty today. Pretty like Mommy."
With that, Erin smiled a genuine ear to ear grin and turned to look at herself in the full-length mirror on the closet door of mine and Laur's room.
"I DO look pretty. Just like Mommy," and this is when I saw the wicked glee in her eyes that I always see when she is preparing to tease me. "Hmmm. Mommy looks pretty, I look pretty... and you look STINKY!!" As always, I filled my role by playing along.
"STINKY!?!? You think I look stinky?!?!"
"Yes Dadoo... just like Uncle Pat."
"What?!?! Uncle Pat and I both look STINKY?"
"YEP," she replied as a fit of giggles began to well up inside of her.
"What about Uncle Bri? Does he look stinky?"
"No Dadoo, Uncle Brian does not look stinky."
"He doesn't? Well, what about Uncle Tommy, Uncle Mark, and Uncle Matt?"
"They all look stinky, too."
"But not Uncle Brian?"
"Nope, he doesn't look stinky. Not like you guys."
At this point, Erin was laughing uncontrollably and mugging for her own amusement into the mirror.
"OK, now you're in big trouble... I'm gonna catch you and tickle you!!"
At that threat, Erin ran away shreiking as only a little girl can. I'm not entirely sure how one can "look stinky", but apparantly myself and all of her Uncles except Brian qualify.
The second "Erinism" comes from the car ride to school today.
"So Erin, are you excited to get your class picture today?"
"Yes, Dadoo."
"Me too. I love getting my picture taken in school! Do you think Miss Dolores will let me wear my hat for the picture?"
"UGHHH! Dadoo, we ALREADY talked about this, REMEMBER?"
"No. What?"
"You can't come to my school."
"Why not?"
"Because, you would need a, like, giant shrinking machine."
"But why?"
Erin slapped herself in the forehead and slowly pulled her hand down her face as she shook her head in disbelief.
"Because, Dadoo, my class is only for 4 year olds. And you're, like, almost 100 years old."
"100 YEARS OLD!!!"
"Dadoo, calm down. I didn't say 100 years old. I said ALMOST 100 years old."
Oh, thanks for the clarification. Now I feel much better.
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