Mommy, you need to bring dis wif you to Chicago, oaky?
Sure, Abby, what is it?
Dis clown nose and da makeup.
Of course. Why didn’t I think of that?
***
Abby, where did those chicken nuggets come from?
I made dem.
Jan, did she make them?
Yup. She took them out of the freezer, counted them out onto the plate, put them in the microwave and hit the “3″ button. I helped her take them out of the microwave.
[blink, blink]
Abby, what a good job! You’re getting so big!
Thanks, Mommy. Pass da honey, please.
***
Abby, you really can’t play with all this stuff. It’s for Mommy’s work.
But I LIKE playing wif dis stuff, Mommy.
Well, duh on me, I guess.
***
Mommy, carry me!
[Mommy squats down so she can lift with her knees.]
No, Mommy, you hafta bend over to pick me up!
Abby, that hurts Mommy’s back. Here, I’ll lift you from here…
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
***
[To the tune of Halleluia by Leonard Cohen, as played by Uncle Jon on the piano]
Issa [mumble mumble] Halleluia. Snoooow blooooooower. I like the snow bloooooower. Da snow is fun. I like da snow! Halleluia -
Hey what are you guys laughin’ at??
