Tonight, as Penny was kind of whining at dinner, I said, "Hey Penelope. Do you want to take a bath?" Actually, I was trying to figure out how much of what I say she understands.
So Carolyn, queen of the baths, says: Bath? How about me? I want to take a bath. Bath? You said "bath," right?
And then she says...
"I'm stinky too."
Sure Carolyn. You can take a bath. I wouldn't want you to walk around being stinky.
And just because I can't blog without saying so, my computer is still sick. Now, it's absurdly expensively sick. Maybe dying. Poor sick, expensive computer. Alas, poor Mac! I knew him Horatio.