Forgive me if I'm a little Biscuit-heavy lately. She just says the most funny, magical, ridiculous stuff, and I want to remember it forever. Especially today's discussion on male genitalia, which I can't share with you, because Dr. Krog would blush.
me: Biscuit, why is your doll cradle sitting upside-down on the bathroom floor?
Biscuit: It bonked me on the head when I was rolling around. It's in Time Out.
me: Do you think it will have better behavior now?
Biscuit: Probably not.
me: Biscuit, do we need to wipe your nose?
Biscuit: Nope. I got rid of all my yucky green boogers.
me: Really? What did you do with them?
Biscuit: I picked them out with this finger. But I don't know where they went.
Biscuit: Look, mommy! I wrote my name!
me: Well, you have the correct letters, but they're in the wrong order.
Biscuit: It's okay. *I* know where they go.
In non-Biscuit news:
* Dr. Krog is sick. Fever, chills, sore throat, no appetite. But not flu. Again.
* t.rex is about to walk and refuses to eat solid food that isn't made of Cheerio.
* I have started sending out query letters for my book.
* I got my first rejection today.