The Peach

I was watching the circus show with Blagojevich, Governor of Illinois, last Friday when he did his press conference after he was impeached by his own State Senate. The oldest was sitting with me at the end as we watched CNN give it coverage. I felt compelled to explain to the Oldest on his level what was going on since he was sitting watching it so earnestly with me.

After I explained the best I could, finishing with the whole impeached deal, he looked at me. I felt it coming. I didn't know what exactly, but something odd was coming. He looked a tiny confused. He turned his nine year old head slightly to the side and he said, "Sooooooooooo.....are they gonna put im in a peach?" (like instead of saying "him in a peach" he said "im in a peach" cause he thought that was the right terminology, the guy is a guy so "im" fit in his mind and then the word peach. Hence impeach. Everything in me exploded with laughter but I kept in it, you'd be proud, I never flinched. I just reached out and ruffled his hair and said, "No buddy, it's just a word that describes that he is now able to be asked to step down if they think later he should. It's a word but he won't be put in a peach."

We had a busy weekend, had the cousins over and I never had an opportunity to relay the story to my honey. When I finally did on Sunday night, as I was able to say the story and the words out loud (sans the Oldest) it all came out, the laughter, the big belly laugh, the falling on the ground uncontrollably laughing. Realigning my intestines and all. Much needed laugh. I'm a big laugher. Not all things make me laugh like that. If it even tings my funny bone, I'm done.

So both boys came running in the room, 'what's wrong with mom?' as I lay LMAO on the floor literally and he told them I was laughing at the Peach and instantly the Oldest knew what I was laughing at (how smart and perceptive he is and no hurt feelings) and he joined in saying "Peach peach peach Governor of Illinois IMPEACH peach peach peach!!" and all the jibberish he was saying was making me laugh harder and finally I couldn't breathe.

Why do I get like that over silly things? It's all or nothing with my emotions. All the way or sub zero. Extreme like that. Phew. -----so two nights ago I'm getting the Littlest down and his room is quiet, the light is low, he's laying down, his Thomas story is playing on his CD quietly and suddenly, I burst out laughing. PPS. Poor parenting skills. I couldn't stop. And like a crescendo, it got louder and louder, more and more and he stood up in his bed and starting saying "the peach the peach the peach!!" and I was DEE OHH NNN EEE, D.O.N.E.

Oh people, I need lots of help. My poor kids. My poor husband. I make them whacky. I know I do. I fully admit it. Yes, poor Mr. Blagojevich is being positioned in a peach as we speak. ---Actually I think it's more like a pickle. ;o)