Lemon Anatomy

I rolled out a fresh spread of paper on the play table this morning, and the littles immediately went to work. Porter was very focused for a few minutes, and then said, "look! It's a talking lemon!"

"A talking lemon?" I asked.

"Yup!"

"Whatever made you think to draw a talking lemon?"

"Mommy, it's just a talking lemon."

"Oh, okay," I conceded.

Po was back to work on another area of the paper. The drawing looked similar, but it was much larger and sort-of rocket-like.

"A penis lemon!" Po declared.

"A penis lemon?" I giggled.

"Yup! A lemon with a penis! See?"

"Yes, I see. Fantastic."

Campbell piped in, "WHY?"

Sometimes my little girl of few words chooses just the right one.

"Here, Porter. Have some milk," Daddy interjected, most certainly trying to change the subject.

"Okay!" said Po, skipping off with his cup.