Happy 3rd Birthday, Sylvie Evangeline

When I see this picture, I have to confess I sort of hope her parents die in a plane crash so that she can come live with me.

The razor sharp sense of humor- it runs in the family

(She snuck it; I swear I never purposely give her pop. Well, only rarely. Occasionally. Sometimes. OK, not every day.)

Me: Is that your little stuffed cow, Molly?

Molly: MOO!

Me: Oh, are you feeding your cow something to eat?

Molly: YEAH! APPLE!

Me: What will you give him to drink?

Molly: OOOOH! POP!

Me: What else will you feed your cow?

Molly: POOP! (uproariously laughs at self)