Isabella, chattering me quite sincerely to death this afternoon, finally goaded me into exasperation. I asked her, "Bella, why can't you be quiet?"
Bella: "Mommy, I drinked all your Coke."
Me: "You--wha--you drinked all my Coke?"
Me: blink. blink.
Bella: (carefully, as if speaking to a very slow-witted person) "Coke makes me talk."
Ah. All clear now, unfortunately. She continued to bounce off the walls for another hour or three, and it turned out it was Daddy's Coke, anyway.
(TMI Warning) In translation today, it made me very sad to hear my little girl, suffering from painful constipation, ask for "the butt-drips." I finally figured out that she meant one of those little baby liquid-glycerin suppositories when she said, through tears, that "the cold water helps my butt feel better." I really hope that this is a transitory problem for her.
I'm slowly but surely uploading more pictures to my flickr pages. Got a few of our wedding up, even, though for some reason they're really small. Haven't figured that out yet. There are some cute ones of our standard poodle "attendants."
Oh, and Sue? We're not house-hunting any more, but thanks for sending me the link to this e-bay auction. Holy Cow.
But seriously, how many tiny screwdrivers do you have? My husband has this many: