this morning, the television informed pooka that it is chinese new year. in celebration of this, one of her favorite channels is playing lots of 'jake long:american dragon'. somewhere in this show, the grandfather speaks chinese. with pooka's memorex-like skills and penchant for language, she picked it up and repeated it to us. it may have meant something profound or affectionate when the grandfather said it; to us it sounded like, "i eat bok choy."
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this afternoon while relaxing in the big bed, i caught pooka picking her nose. she was being extremely silly and trying to wipe the boogers on me. when i told her to take care of them, she responded with, "what would happen if we put them in a pot of hot water?" what?! i told her that was gross, but she insisted she wanted to know. i said, "you need to talk to your father, 'cuz he's gross like that." she didn't argue. i applaud her inquisitiveness and exploring mind, but what in the world would possess someone to try and cook boogers???
