Friday, November 04, 2005

A Healthy Sense of Capitalism

Ellis is going through a phase where she’s VERY concerned about what belongs to whom. She’s taken to following me (or whoever) around the house and endlessly asking, “Is that yours?” “Is that your drink?” “Is that your food?” “This is MY baby!” “That’s Carrie’s candy.”

(an aside, Yes, Carrie, I did eat your 100 Grand Bar from your hard earned Halloween stash. But, babe, if you really want to keep your stuff to yourself, you know better than to put it right where I can find it, there under that pile of clothes behind the box and at the bottom of your closed closet doors that have the heavy dresser acting as a barricade. Plus, the 100 Grand bar is SO tasty, it’s siren call was too much for me. Sorry.)

Anyway, we are all hoping she outgrows this state pretty quickly. When you you have to answer a question about whose sandwich you are making for the 80th time, it gets a bit old, ya know?

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