Son: Mom, what is P-U-M-P-K-I-N-E-A-T-E-R ?
ME: pumpkin eater

Son: what is P-U-S-S-Y?
ME: pussy??

Son: what is C-O-N-T-R-A-R-Y
ME: C-o-n-t-r-a what?
Son: R-Y
ME: Oh - contrary
Son: what's contary?
ME: it's contrary and well, your sister is contrary (me laughing-son totally not getting what I mean) It means that someone does the opposite of what everyone else is doing.
Son: oh, so that's why Mary's garden has bells and shells?
ME: Exactly!

Son: What is P-E-A-S-E-P-O-R-R
ME: (interruping) Pease Porridge
Son: What is pease porridge?
ME: Well, I don't really know what pease is, I will look it up for you when we get home. But, porridge is like oatmeal, you know what your friend Eleanor eats for breakfast.
Son: GROSS!!!

Son: Mom
ME: Yes?
Son: I know the Man in the Moon.
ME: Really, when did you meet him?
Son: A long time ago, you weren't there.
ME: What's he like?
Son: He's funny looking! HA HA HA

This was my car ride home from school. My son was reading The Real Mother Goose Book.
Girls were snoozing away. On Monday and Thursday, my son has Enrichment class. But not directly after his class time ends, one hour later. I pick him up from school, go to either Wendy's or McD's for lunch (my son won't eat anything - THIS is another blog for another time) and then back to school for Enrichment class. The girls played at the school playground and were hot and tired (did I just say hot??)

And, I just looked up pease porridge - learned something new today.

Pease porridge: quite simply, was a form of the dish we today call split pea soup. In Britain and elsewhere, dried pease, or peas, were added along with various seasonings to water and hung to simmer in a kettle over a fire. Vegetables were added as available, and sometimes the pease porridge was flavored with bacon. At the end of the day, the pease porridge cooled and thickened, remaining in the pot to congeal. Eaten cold and thick the next morning, water and additional vegetables might be added, to thin out and extend the porridge for that day’s meals, and so on for the next day and the next. It’s conceivable that the pease porridge in the pot would indeed be a few days old by the time it was finished off, or finally given up on and fed to the pigs.

ME: GROSS!