Toby was making scrambled eggs for breakfast. Ivy and Maggie were helping. As he poured the beaten eggs into the hot buttered pan, it made a sizzling sound. Ivy giggled.
Toby: "Ivy, do you like that sound?"
Ivy: "Yeah, it's like a weird pootie."
And today, he also introduced her to burp-talking. My daughter is a teenage boy.
Art History Sunday: The Blind Girl
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