Some mornings I drive Alec to the train station. On the way back, Lindsay and I discuss which animals say what.
"What does the kitty say?"
"What does the cow say?"
We drove to Target this morning to buy paper goods. As I went to take Lindsay out of the car seat she said, "Crackers?"
"No, honey. We've got to go into the store."
She put on her biggest, fake-est cry. Then she slapped the top of her head and pulled her own hair.
What IS that?