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A Little Of This And That

That whole 365 blogging? Yeah no.

I was laughing so much watching this. My kids started laughing with me but in their defense, they couldn't hear anything and they wouldn't know what was being said anyway.

Anyone else play Animal Crossing for the GameCube? Damn Nintendo for making it Wii compatible. Guess who has to use a timer to play it? Besides the boy?

It's fascinating the differences between my son and my daughter. He never had pretend conversations with himself. He would make up stories and songs with us, and still does but Peanut? She's sitting on the stairs right now talking to her babies and making up a story for them so they'll go to sleep. She does this all the time. Maybe I'm just so used to how he is that to see her in a different light is, well, enlightening. (I realize that whole thing probably made no sense. Oh well. It made sense to me.)

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Les Becker said…
I've heard that girls do tend to have a more vivid imagination than boys. I don't know myself - so I prefer to think that Peanut is just exceptionally bright. :-)

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