what we're talking about

"Mommy's 'puter?" Anya asks.
"Where's Mommy's computer?"
"Der!" She exclaims, pointing in my general direction.
"Over there?" I point towards my shiny, whirly thing as it sits on the dining room table.
"No.  Mommy's 'puter right DER!" patting my head emphatically.
"Here?  In my head?" I mimic her pat, tapping myself on the top of my curls.
"Yeah.  Dat's Mommy's 'puter!"

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Mark walks through the living room with a plunger over his shoulder, heading for the girls bathroom.  "You know what they call me in Mexico, don't ya?"
"Hmm?"
"El Rey de plunger!"
I'm thinking he mean "√©mbolo" since "plunger" isn't actually a Spanish word.  But he's cute for trying.  And in all fairness, I had Bable Fish on my side.

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We're constantly trying to come up with a name for our funky two acre property.
Mark suggests "Morning Wood." Just guess how he thought it up.

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And don't worry.  We're not leaving Lily out.  She's still making jokes