Doobers

I was treated to two days with Peanut last weekend. Of course there were more arguments about seatbelts, which seems to be becoming standard these days. I actually had to pull over on the highway because the Nut refused to buckle up. Scorpio stubborness meets Taurean bull-headedness. Of course the Bull won :D

Sunday, she was over again, and was truly excited. She was loud and squealing, and I was laughing at her and shaking my head. Finally I told her, "Peanut, you are such a goober!" It was said with love and affection. She stopped and looked at me, completely cross.

"I am not a doober, gramma," she told me angrily.

I burst out laughing. I could not help it. It was unexpected. She walked away, and I heard her mutter under her breath, "Well I'm not a doober."

*rolling and gigglesnorting*