Wednesday, April 20, 2011


Sometimes I just have to surrender and admit I am outsmarted by someone who is 36 inches tall and can't wipe her own bottom.

Her sense of comedic timing is UNREAL. I am actually in awe-- and I don't say that about many things.

The other day, I asked Monkey to tell me her full name (something they will work on on preschool, but we're practicing now).

Her response, with all sincerity:


I did the Chester Cheetah head shake-- I mean, we hardly ever even GO there; "Target" would be much more common.  So, I asked again.


With an impish grin, she got it right on the third try.

...We are, of course, now referring to her as Wal-Mart.


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