Just because she sometimes mixes up her b's and p's (I've always done that...and my t's and d's) and cheers when she manages to make 3-letter words in the Word Whammer! doesn't meant she isn't reading this blog. My daughter binged on jelly beans this morning. I came downstairs to find her trying to determine how many she could cram into her mouth. Of course, once the number got above 6, the numbers sound sort of muffled. Maybe it was an altruistic gesture? Hey, if I get rid of the jellybeans, Mom can't obsess on them? Or was it rather those well-honed empathic skills she's developing...MUST EAT JELLYBEANS. MMM. So good.
We've often entertained the idea that the cats surely have abilities they hide from us (eg, thumbs). The cats are reading the blog, otherwise, would they deliver the one-two punch of Shannon puking on the stairs and Seamus taking a whiz on the bathroom floor because Daddy House Ape got out his suitcase? Ooh, maximum effect on parents. Make sure you do it in the doorway and in the middle of a tread so you can be sure they'll step in it in their bare feet.
Nota Bene: For other not smallish folks who don't otherwise pretend not to read, this blog should not be used as a manual of the author's buttons. Serious adverse events may result.