This evening after dinner, Destiny asked me if beavers get splinters in their lips.
Um, I dunno. Go ask dad. He's smart like that.
Also today, I got Melat some books at the bookstore. She's been enjoying Dr. Seuss stories. I loved them as a kid too, so I can't blame her, but they are positively painful to read. Today we read "Are You My Mother" a half-dozen times. She likes that one a lot. When Rob got up for dinner tonight Melat came to me and asked "mom--will you read dad my new books? I can't read to him yet."
I explained that I'm sure dad would LOVE to read the books to hear. Right now he's reading her something about a muddle-puddle-beetle-battle-fox-in-tweedlebeetle-socks.
