Sometimes it comes naturally.
But sometimes, you're just wicked rich and you pay other people named "Juanita" or "Consuela" to raise your children in a bilingual society so you don't have to bother to learn another language.
I SO hope that I get the latter someday.
At least the 'rich' part.
Then if there aren't any illegal immigrants left (McCain 2012!) I'll be at least able to buy a cool enclosure and maybe some robots to take care of the little shits.
Where was I?
Oh, yeah. My daughter's drawing talent.
My daughter has a whiteboard in her bedroom.
Every day there's something new on it.
Sadly, this is how we learn some of what she actually DOES during the course of a day.
THIS is how we learned that she had a hidden stash of Pixie Sticks in her desk drawer and - every night - would eat, like, TWO WHOLE PIXIE STICKS right before she went to bed:
This is also one of the times that I realized that I'm not that observant when I come downstairs 16 times every night wondering why she's having nightmares and she smells like bubblegum.
Then there's this time where I realized that my daughter can just totally friggin' crack me up:
She is blind."
So I see this and am like 'AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!' dying laughing and she's like, 'What?' and I'm all 'OMG that is friggin HILARIOUS' and she goes, 'It's Mary Ingalls' (not Ignalls...NO SUPPER FOR YOU TOMORROW BECAUSE OF TYPOS!) who is apparently some real blind chick that was an actual character on Little House on the Prairie and great now I'm thinking of how hot Melissa Gilbert was and now I need to get out of here before my daughter sees daddy get a chubby.
I just reread that paragraph and even I think it's a bit off.
I should probably lay off the Pixie Sticks for a while.
That's what Mary Ingalls said.
She is blind.
Monday, August 23, 2010