We're Just2Gypsies, and "They're All Peanuts!!!"

Even as a small child, Siobhan had her own particular brand of wisdom--and her own quirky way of looking at the world.  Siobhan never had green beans or green peas for dinner; to her, they were "round beans" or "straight beans". ( And they still are.)
 

Straight beans.

Round beans.

 
When she was 3, I heard Siobhan telling a neighbor's child the Facts of Life..."I know how to tell boys from girls."  I couldn't believe my ears.  And then, nonchalantly she finished  "The girls have long eyelashes".

Boy frog.

On the kindergarten playground, 5-year-old Siobhan's favorite thing was the giant slide.  One day, as she struggled to climb the tall ladder, a little boy waiting below said "I see your underwear."  Without missing a beat, my little daughter said "If you want to see underwear, why don't you just go to Kmart?  They've got stacks of 'em!"

You get the picture...

For some odd reason, Siobhan always had an aversion to peanuts...She hated the taste, and the very texture of a peanut on her tongue would send her spitting and running for the nearest  trash bin. Of course, this peanut phobia spilled over to all the other nuts--Brazil, pecan, walnut, pistachio, nuts of any name.  But no matter what they're called, they're all Peanuts  to Siobhan.  ( Seriously.  You'll never convince her otherwise.)  And according to her, the only good "peanut" is a Circus Peanut.
 

Yum! 

 Recently Siobhan's on-again/off-again boyfriend of seven years brought her a dinky little box of truffles.  Those pitiful truffles were a feeble excuse of an apology--for forgetting her birthday. Again.  My sweet Siobhan graciously thanked him, (which was more than I would have done), and then hesitantly asked  if there were "peanuts" in them.  He assured her there was not.  Wrong, poor fool!

You can just imagine the scene that followed--the spitting and running and gagging. A coughing Siobhan saying "There ARE peanuts in them!!" .  A red faced Michael saying "No no no!  It's not peanuts--it's Pecans!"   And a furious Siobhan shouting "THEY'RE ALL PEANUTS, MICHAEL!!!"  A slamming door.  Exit Siobhan.

Liam and I sat in our porch swing, quietly laughing.  Our lovely daughter is wise and witty, kind and compassionate, and  Full of Fire.   You're no match for her, Michael.  You may as well go home now...

Beware of peanuts.