"MY Nap!"

Said the Dread Pirate Grasshopper to the Striderling as the HG took a sleepy Striderling into a guest room for a nap.

Evidently the young Grasshopper was concerned that the Striderling was going to steal his nap and he'd never get it back? (Not that missing a nap is usually a cause of great concern to the Dread Pirate Grasshopper. Nap envy for him a a serious case of dog-in-the-manger.)

"MY Nap!" is just one of the long list of crazy things that have come from the mouth of this two year old boy recovering from the stomach flu in the last few days.

More entertaining perhaps have been the random, desperate things to have from his mother's mouth.

"Do not poke the Zeus Dog in the eye with your pen."

"If you hit Mommy with that again Mommy will take it away and spank you."

"No, we do not shoot your sister."

"Yes, we can shoot whales."

"No, your sister is not a whale."

And so on.

But being a two year old boy, just as much of his conversation is amusing as it is exasperating. The other day The Equuschick put in Lifetime Classics: Viva Vivaldi
and he did a gleeful dance crying out "Baldi! Baldi!"

He is also fascinated by listening from drums lately. And speaking of the flu...ahem.

Well yes. Yesterday morning, The Equuschick herself was recovering from the flu and was expereincing...ahem, Flu-like Symptoms. At 5:30 am, she found herself called to the restroom to experience these symptoms. She wanted to delay because she was in bed with the Ladybug and, more problematically, the Dread Pirate who sleeps restlessly at best and rarely by himself.

Naturally, they both woke up the moment The Equuschick wiggled. And you can't delay Flu-like Symptoms for an indefinite length of time you know.

So there was A Parade.

The Equuschick, the Ladybug, and the Dread Pirate Grasshopper all Paraded to the bathroom. The Ladybug played by herself cheerfully on the floor and the Dread Pirate Grasshopper true to form stayed in the immediate vicinity to chat. Because anytime is a good time to chat if you're the Dread Pirate Grasshopper.

As The Equuschick adorned the Porcelain Throne experiencing Flu-like Symptoms, her tummy growled.

"Mommy," said the young Pirate in awe, "Where is drums?"