… she would get stuck on “shuffle.” Which sounds awful, but is highly entertaining. A definite perk to being The Mama or The Dada.
The Dada and I softly giggled (because Alice hates being laughed at and doesn’t yet comprehend the idea of being laughed with) as The Kidling delivered this monologue on the way home from Costco this weekend:
“It smells like rotten old beef. I can’t get my finger out of my ear! (sings) Everyone knows an ant. Can’t. Move a rubber tree plant. (returns to speaking. A car zips by us on the highway) I’m a little concerned that he’s going too fast. If he’s speeding, then the cops will pull him over. Umm… what are the cops?”
Happy Friday, dear readers! I hope you get a bit of random in your weekend…