March 02, 2006

"Dance, Mommy! Dance!"

So said Daugher, vegetable beef soup smeared all over her face. She was sitting in her high chair (so she'd actually eat) wiggling her rear end to the music that's played on Rush Limbaugh's show.

And she loves to chase her brother around the house and smack him on the butt. Only, when she says "smack him on the butt" it sounds disturbingly like "f**k him up the butt."

Oh dear.