boozin' with my baby

The Pea is at that stage where she wants to be mommy. She wants to dress like mommy, act like mommy, do EVERYTHING mommy does. I found tampons in her little purse the other day...tampons, a cell phone, some money, and a pacie...just like mommy. Yesterday I walked in on her "getting dressed." She had taken off all her clothes, and her diaper, and was pulling on a pair of my thong underwear..."wook at me mommy!" Oh sweetie I'm lookin' and I'm trying my damnedest not to crack up.

So last night the Pea and I met the girls out for a quick bite and some 'tinis. It's a pretty normal night overall, I'm eating the Pea's meal, she's eating butter...The big girls have 'tinis, the Pea some juice. Usually we sit outside so if anyone gets out of hand it won't disturb the rest of the restaurant, but it was so freakin' hot we sat inside...where everyone could see and hear us.

Me: "Bunny do you want something else besides butter? Some bread maybe or fruit?
The Pea: "Yesss"
Me: "What do you want honey?"
The Pea: "Me want martini mommy."
Me: (cracking up) "NOOO honey, you can't have a martini, only MOMMIES can have martinis!"
The Pea: (LOSING IT!) "MOMMMMMMMY, ME WANT MARTINI PEEEEZ!"

OMG...everyone is looking at us, this is WAAAY worse than the ice pops at the pool episode...she is screaming and crying and won't calm down and then one of the girls goes:

"Oh, don't try to play all good mommy now just cuz your in public, we know you give her 'tinis at home!"

OMG...kill me now.