for the local new-years-eve parade
(we ate through it.)
grep my life
for the local new-years-eve parade
(we ate through it.)
Monkey girl
At the park
So, Cy finally got G’s new playscape put together, and she loves it.
She was climbing on the outside of it with Jack, at which point I turned to Cy and said
I’ll go ahead and dial 9-1.
It was a grenade joke.
So, three weeks into kindergarten, G is starting to try to read on her own, in earnest.
Tonight, however, she stayed up late and we let her watch cartoons on demand. Tom and Jerry, to be specific.
At one point, the mouse is on a fishing line, and replaces himself with a piece of paper.
What does that say?
So, dutifully, I rewind the cartoon, and pause it on the word.
Guh. Eh. Rrrr. Kuh. Jerk!