My daughter will be five in September. She is a beautiful little girl, but even funnier than she is beautiful.
Here are the notes from her journal today:
* Pretzels. Night before last she dreamed that Will was pooping out pretzels. What would Freud think of that?
* Shaft. Sitting at dinner one night, Marc was discussing something that happened in the news and Signa asked why (as she always does). Marc answered, "Because she was a bad mother." Clearly exhibiting her upbringing, Signa

ed in with "Shut your mouth."
* Shopping. Signa walked into the office and Marc was browsing the internet. She saw a side bar advertisement with women's pictures and she asked Marc if he was

for a new girlfriend.
* Happy birthday. I saw a TV show with a stuffed kangaroo and said that is what I wanted for my birthday. Signa said, "No, you will get a wooden duck or you will get ZERO for your birthday!" Zero… how nice. I get a duck or nothing at all.