The other slightly worrying thing is a face she makes. She can somehow manage to completely cross her eyes, and only does so when her tongue is stuck out. It looks hilarious. I told my wife today that I thought that our daughter only did it because I laugh when she does--she's just that smart. I got: "well honey, maybe that's true (eye-roll, eyebrow-raise)." She's a great mom. I mean wife. Okay, both.
I read today that the University of Georgia's mascot, a bulldog, died this weekend. In a good use of state funds, the university is planning a funeral service for the dog in its football stadium, before it is buried in some decorative tomb in front of the stadium, next to its ancestors, the previous mascots.
This dog really summed up what it means to be a southerner. He died with no pants on, of a heart attack, at the age of 9 (That's 63 in dog-years, so he did way better than his kin folk). He also couldn't read, had funny looking teeth, never finished high school, and hated black people. If that's not a portrait of a fine southerner, I don't know what is. Rest in peace, bulldog, its values like yours that General Lee fought to defend.