Obie's Word of the Day

Obie's word of the day: Diesel (Shouted at a passing train. Someone's been watching Thomas the Tank Engine.)

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Deep Questions with Beatrice

Beatrice pretty much talks non-stop. The only time she stops talking is when she's reeling in pain because she has just walked, run, jumped, slipped, slid or otherwise collided with something bigger and heavier than herself. All day long she's talking to herself or bruising herself.

Last night while I was making brownies she shouted from the other room, "Brownies!!? Why would the Browns talk to the Knees??!" Then of course she laughed uproariously for about five minutes.

Some things are just funnier when you're a four-and-a-half year-old hopped up on adrenaline.

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Another classic Beatrice face...

Obie's Word of the Day

Obie's word of the day: Spice, 'Weet, Sauce. (He knows hot sauce and identifies it by "spice", but was a little thrown off by the red strawberry syrup we put on his pancakes. It took a while to convince him it's a sweet. He also calls catsup 'sauce'. )

When Beatrice was little she'd sometimes leave her juice cup sitting around for too long and then take a swig of bubbly juice. She called this "picey" and I think it's funny that she left of the 's' at the beginning while Obie leaves off the 'y' at the end.