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We had a lively discussion the other night at supper about flags of the world. Two was trying to remember which country's flag was white with a red 'X' on it. To help us figure it out, he told us his friend 'Whoobert' had a shirt from there.

"Whoobert," he said.
"Hubert?" We asked.
"Whoo-bert, we call him," Two replied. Well, that's that then. Whoobert has a shirt from the country with a white flag that has a red 'X' on it.



In the latest batch of library books is one called "The Enormous potato" about a... well, a very large potato. One of the lines of this picture book about a farmer who grew a special spud describes the wonder as "a really big potato"
Which has led Five to ask us many many times each day to read him the "Bigtato Book"

Another one of those books is an animals ABC book: A is for alligator; B is for black bear... and so on. S happens to be for scorpion. The scorpion is a mean looking critter... all stingy tail, pinchy claws, and beady little eyes. Five doesn't like the scorpion at all, and will scootch to the other end of the couch when we get to that page, telling me, "I don't like that guy. I don't want to look at him." and waits for me to turn the page, so it can't get him.

At one point during the weekend, we caught about half an hour of an old television show called Airwolf. It's about a team of good guys who use a top-secret helicopter whose best feature is a really cool soundtrack that plays whenever it's in flight.
It was the first time the Peanuts had seen the show. Mama Nut and I were big fans of it ourselves, back in the days when we thought shoulder pads were the height of fashion. (Jan Michael Vincent had absolutely nothing to do with our high regard for this show.)
Anyway. While Mama Nut was getting Five ready for bed, he recounted all the details of the show, stopping himself occasionally to ask Mama to hum the musical theme - correcting her when necessary. Then he would cut her off with, "That's all. Thank you." and carry on narrating the story, cuing her again in the appropriate spot for more musical interlude.
I should point out that he's three years old, and a few months ago could barely make himself understood well enough to ask for juice.