"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!"
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?"
"El Rey de plunger!"
I'm thinking he mean "émbolo" 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.
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.
And don't worry. We're not leaving Lily out. She's still making jokes.