In light of our recent bout of the plague there's been little time for the gathering of thoughts and coherent thinking necessary for a blog post. Sorry.
However, the wee girlie did provide us with some hope of her not being turned completely over to the Dark Side (the Dark Side being, of course, all that is Princess and Pink and Girlie.) And it was worth noting here.
Yesterday morning whilst zipping up her fleece before heading out the door for preschool she let out a massive belch. And then busted up in 4-year-old giggling.
Wowie! What are you supposed to say after you burp?
Or...or...maybe, "Excuse me"?
But that's what Jacob always says!
Fine. New rule: From here on out...do not repeat anything your brother says. And don't take your etiquette cues from your dad. Or your mother. Really, you're on your own on this one. Because I still laugh uncontrollably at the poop jokes.