Today, you said a word. Not blabber or gibberish. A word. Kitty, to be precise.
It even had context! You were trying to pet Spite! So not only did you say something, you know what that something you said was.
Keep firing those neurons, baby.
the THIRD Annual Margaretpalooza
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Cookie? Sure why not.
...and so it begins. I bribed you with a cookie. Chocolate Chip. You wanted out of the high chair, I just wanted you to finish your lunch.
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