You'd think I would learn

Peanut, playing with Play-Doh at the dining room table: Mom, look, it's a person. Here's the head, and here's the arms, and here's the legs.

Me: Oh, cool. I can see the person. That's very good. Who is it?

Peanut: You.

Me: You made me out of Play-Doh?

Peanut: Yep. You're not very nice looking.

D: Peanut, you don't say things like that to your Mother.

Me: It's okay, I haven't had anything to blog about in awhile.

Peanut: Oh, no, you're not blogging this. I won't let you. I just ripped your head off.