This is Mommy's car.
Daddy's car is dirty.
Daddy's car is nasty.
Daddy needs to wash it with his hands.
I think I may have inhaled and then shot chewing gum from my nose when she said that. How did she remember that daddy's car is, in fact, dirty, nasty and much in need of a hand washing? Ah, the things kids will say. And keep in mind that this child doesn't turn two until December. I can't wait to hear what she comes up with when she's 16. Oh wait, YES I CAN.
This is Ellie on my parent's porch ready to head to the airport to come home. She is carrying "My Wion" (that would be the shaggy lion) and "My boot-case" (which would be the tiny suitcase). The contents of which she packed entirely herself, they included: three pacifiers or babbies as she calls them, a stuffed bear in a Naval officers uniform that she calls Daddy bear, a small draw and erase magnetic board, and a half eaten Ritz peanut butter cracker.
PS. Please read yesterday's post for the update on Jeremy's response to his shampoo purchase.