So I am putting Van to bed tonight. He is very excited to finally have the IKEA loft bed after I spent the last 5 days, averaging 2 hours a day, putting that &#$(#)(#&! thing together. He is all snuggly up there with his blankies (will need to take a photo of these wretched “blankies” and post at some point, the fact that they are still in tact is a larger miracle than me getting that bed together, which all told, in the end took 2 other adults and 4 additional hours). Bed – check, blankies – check, I ask if he has Pika (Pika is this kinda strange mouse-like yellow stuffed animal he has had since he was 3, it’s a Pokeman, he sleeps with it every night).
Him: “Oh, I stopped calling him Pika, now I am just calling him PP”.
Him: “Yeah, PP.”
Me: “I am not sure that is such a great idea, people might think you are talking about your hoo-ha.”
Him: “Hoo-ha? (Laughs hysterically) Well. I am calling him PP because he is Pikachu the Pokeman. 2 P’s”
Me: “OH. I see, well that makes sense. But, I still don’t think it’s such a good idea. Can we just call him Pika like we have for the past 3 years?”
Him: “No. I’ve got it. I will call him P dot P.”
Me: “P dot P?”
Him: “Yes. P dot P.”
Me: “Yeah, ok. Do you have P dot P?”