After a couple of hectic days with strange nap schedules, Calder was a bit cranky going to bed tonight. Granted, it could have been then unseasonably H-O-T weather that played a part in that as well, but he was cranky nonetheless. Following his umpteenth trip upstairs to replace the sacred pacifier, G and I had the following conversation.
G: He was turned 180 degrees from what I was expected
A: (preoccupied, but listening – laugh)
G: So I was trying to put the sausage between his toes.
A: (completely listening now) Sausage?
G: (realizing what he said) I meant pacifier.
A: Little too much (Iron Chef) for you?!