on bedbugs and Buster Brown

Yesterday morning, as I was changing the sheets on my bed, I spotted a little speck of something and flicked it away.  SCC also noticed the speck and asked, "What was that speck, Mom?"

Always up for an opportunity to tease, TEC, who was in the room getting dressed, responded, "Maybe it was a bedbug."

This, of course, seemed to trouble SCC, so I assured her that it wasn't a bedbug, but rather a crumb or something.  What followed was a little discussion about bedbugs and why we (at least we hope) don't have them and where they sometimes appear.  We hypothesized that bedbugs might not live in Alaska because it's too cold (of course, I don't know for sure).  SCC thought that maybe they don't live in Hawaii either ("because they don't very much like all that hot lava").  And then, after more discussion, the conversation somehow got stuck on Hawaii.  I only remember this little treasure from SCC:

"If I were a person (and I am a person), I would NOT want to spend much time by the hot lava part of Hawaii; I would just stay by the hula dancing part."


Later that evening, before bedtime, we were finishing off the brownies that we had made for Valentines Day.  There weren't enough for us all to have two, and I think it took all CAC had to not take a second one anyway.  She kept climbing up to look at the brownies and would rustle in the foil that they were wrapped in until I'd catch her and remind her, "Only one, CAC."  I guess the next best thing to eating another brownie was to deliver one to someone else, even "Buster Brown."

Buster Brown was the nickname TLC had just earned for not hurrying downstairs to get his pajamas on (harsh, I know!).  CAC had heard me say it and was now back at the kitchen counter with the stool, trying to reach the brownies, this time saying, "I'm going to get one for Buster Brown."

"No, CAC," I said, loud enough for TLC to hear, because he still wasn't making his move to the stairs, "I don't think Buster Brown wants a brownie; he still doesn't have his pajamas on."

Maybe CAC thought this was her chance to get the brownie after all, because she kept right on task and was soon coming around the corner with TLC's brownie tucked in her hands.  "Are you sure you don't want it, Buster Brown?" she asked, hopefully.  If she hadn't already eaten way too much candy from the kids' Valentine boxes (and if TLC hadn't finally headed downstairs), I might have just had to give her the brownie.  Clever girl, she is.