Life: "No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to DIE!!!"

Rebekah stabbed me in the carotid artery today with a pen. Fortunately, it was the retractable kind and, thankfully, retracted. I presume she is now merely lying in wait for her next opportunity to do me in. Perhaps this is just part and parcel of raising a female of the species…

I know I brag a lot on Reed here (who, I might note, correctly identified California, Oregon, Idaho, New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada and Oklahoma on an unlabeled map before getting tired/bored at the library today) but I think Bekah’s going to be something special, too. For instance, “The Electric Slide” came on our car radio for some unknown reason. She immediately started crying uncontrollably but ceased as soon as I changed the station. I know; genius, right? Then, when looking at Reed’s American Presidents placemat during dinner one night, she pointed to Reagan, Dubya and Nixon in turn whilst saying “poop” each time. I could have wept I was so proud.