Ash and I are watching the State of the Union address. Erin is walking around in her Elmo underpants with an old cell phone pressed to her ear, pretending to talk to her cousin Brendan: "Yeah, so, uh huh... we watching movie..."
Me: "Hey, Erin, tell Brendan that we're watching Obama."
E: "Uh-huh, yeah, Brendan we watching Old MacDonald."
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It's genetic - I used to go on and on about Jimmy Tarter Sauce.
And on that farm he had some Dems. E-I-E-I-O! Over at the condo while I was watching the Pres, Henry was laying tracks for his cargo train. Industrious kids, I tell ya.
Time for more cuteness - going to sleep Erin was asking where everyone was, Papa, Grammy, Grandma and Grandpa, Uncle Heath. The standard response is "at their homes, in bed, asleep."
Last night OldMacDonald was added to the list. I said he was in bed, asleep too. She corrected me, "No Mom. He's eating dinner."
... if you say so.
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