No baby yet. But Dakota blames my lack of memory for certain things on it. She was trying to describe waffle sticks that we had made, and I couldn't figure out what she was talking about. Her response: "that's okay mommy, you can't remember things because you don't have your baby yet."
ok then.
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Oh, and on the Dakota "what I want to be when I grow up" front - although last week, she wanted to be a "sheep monitor" this week she wants to be a "fireman, policeman, or a fry cook."
Coincidentally, she is also singing McDonald's commercials more lately. Now I know that from time to time people from the fire and police stations come to talk to the kids about safety. And I do remember a field trip that I took as a child to McDonald's, but I don't think that anybody from our burger flipping community has come to talk to the kids about career choices. At least I hope not. I should probably be reading those school newsletters a little bit more closely.
At least she doesn't want to be a cocktail waitress. ;)
yet.
"Too late or still too soon too soon to make lots of bad love and there's no time for sorrow. Run around, run around with a hole in your head 'til tomorrow."
-----They Might Be Giants
-----They Might Be Giants