BANSHEE BOY: So. Tee Tee. Here you are ageen. Vill you never let me hef peas?
ME: Peas? Sure, you can have peas. I mean, I have carrots for you here but you want peas?
BB: No! Not peas. Peas. Peeeeas. Peas of mind.
ME: Ohh, peas of mind.
BB: Yes! Dis is vhat I say! Peas of mind!
ME: Well, I dunno, Banshee Boy. You’re 7 months old. Your life seems pretty peaceful to me. You think painful gas is the height of suffering.
BB: You no understand me at all. I veddy disappointed.
ME: I’m sorry to hear that.
BB: Please to geef me peas to suck on mushed apples in dis cone tingy you geef me. Dat is all I vant.
ME: Sure.
BB: You no need to stare at me.
ME: Uhm, sure. Sorry.
BB: Tank you. You move along now, Tee Tee.
The Adventures Of Banshee Boy – it’s my new favorite series. Let others watch Ashton try to revitalize a dead horse, I’ll stick with BB.
7 months is such a fun age. Just think, in a few years all the grown-ups probably will be negotiating with him to get him to eat his peas!
“Please to give me peas”
you’re so insane, Tracey. I love it. Please to give me peas.
Brian — I have a bit of a crush here, in case you can’t tell.
Kate P — Too true. He loves his mushed apples though.
sheila — Hahahaha. It’s true. I’ve gone around the bend. Multiple times.