Even When Nothing Interesting Happens, There Is Always Jack and Peanut

We've settled into our busy school-year schedule, so nothing really that exciting has happened. Kate is doing well, and her doctor seems pleased with how things are going. Although, due to Kate's...belly prominence (gotta be careful with wording) she seemed to think the due date may be sooner than predicted. But she said we would have a better idea after the ultrasound, which we scheduled for the 30th. It's "The Big One" when we find out if Peanut (or Peee-nuck as Jack calls it) is a little Tristan or a little Isolde. And no, those names are not in the running. Kate says no Wagner opera names allowed. Even though Wotan would be a bitchin' name.
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We were on our way to Target the other day, and Jack said he wanted to "Ride the carpet." We had no idea what the Hell he was talking about, but he was pretty adamant about it. "I need carpet!" he yelled. Well, his room could use new carpet, but I didn't think it mattered to him that much.
When we finally arrived, he pointed to a shopping cart and said, "That carpet! I ride in that carpet!"
Ahhh. Shopping cart, carpet, they are all the same. Despite our efforts to enunciate clearly and say "cart," he still insists on riding the carpet at the store.
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We really need to start watching what we say about the dogs.
It was raining yesterday, and Homer is very afraid of any hint of thunder--no matter how small. So, he had a small accident in the basement. I was rather angry, but kept my mouth shut and started to clean it up. Jack came over, sighed deeply, and said in a voice that sounded eerily like Kate, "Stupid dog."
Then tonight, Homer was in the other room chewing himself and licking his Doodle. (This is something that Kate and I usually refer to as "Doodling"--not exactly something we would like Jack to repeat.) I yelled at Homer to stop, but I failed at my attempt to find a better word for Doodle. (I'm not sure why I feel compelled to capitalize Doodle.)
Me: Homer! Stop chewing your...bits!
Jack: Who chewing bits, Mommy?
Kate (trying not to laugh): Homer is.
Jack: Oh.

A little later, and Homer was back at it.
Jack said, in a very tired and resigned voice, "Homer. Pease stop chewing the bits."