Willow has been measuring time in poultry. Yup, you read that right.
"Yeah, I'll be there in 2 chicken nuggets."
"Okay, sounds good, I'll call you in chicken minutes."
She does all of this while having surprisingly real-sounding and hilarious conversations, including fake laughter, lots of "yup, mhmm, ok, I got it"s, and "call me back"s with random people on her 'cell phone':
What can I say? We're hi-tech.
Then there's the whole silverware thing.
It's a daily occurrence around here.
She takes whatever utensils are in the drawer and lines them up.
On the floor.
Sometimes they're in an arc, sometimes rows, but always arranged by type.
Apparently, she doesn't approve of the commingling of silverware.
Oh, and lately, Dora has really been pissing me off.
And I know that's not normal.
Sometimes I just want to flick her oversized, football-shaped head right off her shoulders...
It's a problem. I'm aware.
No matter what time of day it is, no matter what Willow is wearing at the moment, if she spots her red "sleddin' pants", she's naked in .02 seconds and sliding into those snow pants like she's in a life or death mission delivering medicine and supplies in the Iditarod.
There was a pair of pink rain boots that used to be in constant accompaniment with the red "sleddin' pants", formerly known as the "suit pants", but they no longer seem to be part of the ensemble.
Come bath time, there is always the discovery of marker on her body.
Where she gets them, I do not know. I thought I confiscated all the drawing tools after the
"Floor Mural Debacle of 2011"
...also known as the last time I took a shower while she was awake.
I'm sure you've seen these around somewhere, haven't you?
If you haven't, you've been living under a rock, because they are everywhere.
Well, it's a good reminder, and I'm sure it makes sense for 98% of the people out there...
but not us.
No, this is how we roll:
Like I said, it's weird here...