Tonight during dinner at a neighborhood taqueria, I asked Carrie, "How's my girl?" She bellowed as loud as she could:
I'M NOT BABA'S GIRL!
I'M NOT MAMA'S GIRL!
I'M NOT PEARL'S GIRL!
Are you Carrie's girl, I asked.
I'M NOT CARRIE'S GIRL!
Well, who are you then?, we all wanted to know.
With a mischievous grin, she said in a normal tone of voice: I'm Caillou.
Diagnosis, anyone? True confession: I'm a little bit scared to ask.
Maybe it was the spicy food going to her head?
Posted by: anniem | 07 April 2008 at 12:21 AM
She looks like him!
Posted by: Tracey | 07 April 2008 at 05:58 AM
No need to ask anything. Just nod and back slowly away.
Posted by: Lori | 07 April 2008 at 10:43 AM
LOL! i'm not sure what to make of that, but i can tell you that ryan is OBSESSED with caillou too. i don't know how it started but that is now the only show she wants to watch.
Posted by: Mel | 07 April 2008 at 02:29 PM