November 10th, 2010

blonde monkey disaster

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This morning, as I was making breakfast, Shanna looked up at the bottles of various alcohol that we had up on a shelf.

"I'm going to find out if the grown-up drinks are good."

She picked up her toy phone.

"Hi, Aunt Mitty. Are the wines tasty, Aunt Mitty? They are? Okay, tell me when your adventure comes, Aunt Mitty. Good bye!"