Beckie is apparently the 2nd wealthiest person in the world, at least according to G.

“no no, that’s mommy’s bike”

“that’s mommy’s chair”

“you can’t drive mommy’s car”

“its mommy’s road”

“dont sit at mommy’s computer”

“this is mommy’s park”

“we’re going to mommy’s store”

where’s mommy? she needs her airplane?
Me: what?!?!
“her plane!”
Me: I dont think the FAA would approve of this
…“its mommy’s plane!”

Everything belongs to Mommy, instantly, if she just touches it, or uses it once, or even looks at it!   Probably if she even thinks about it, at least according to the t.Human “Manifesto on the Transfer of Wealth.”

This is an awesome power. Its like the Borg from StarTrek: Next Generation combined with a master of Othello and the monster from The Blob. I expect Beckie to soon be appearing in Heroes. Why not, they’ve introduced far sillier characters.

Someone…i’m not saying who…found a tent while hanging about the house. Someone…i’m gonna bet it was G…wanted it set up.

G has developed a fertile imagination, based on the shows she watches and stories she reads. She gets ideas and they become tinyRunningAdventures lasting on-and-off for days.

The balls she is holding in the first pic started as balls…nee, eggs…we found in the park that she HAD to bring home to Beckie. She forgot about them by the time we got home, and when I reminded her, she erupted into gameplay and descriptions for Beckie. These became treasured possessions for at least the remainder of the weekend.

Singing the Dog Song is another one. I have no idea what the Dog Song is, where she got the idea, or the lyrics. But apparently I am responsible for making them up and singing them to her.

She’s been making a fence with one of the camping mats, and wanting everyone to get inside the circle with her. Its kind of a tight fit, but I’m afraid if i don’t get in that the Eagles will get me.

She also recognizes football on the TV, and always says “Go Eagles.”

Last night she wanted to go swimming. The blue blanket on our bed looked very refreshing. The ace bandages made great water-wings and floaties. The toys in the tub became her pool toys. And as she was paddling and kicking on the bed, mentioning how refreshing this felt, it occurred to me i might be able to improve her stroke technique this way. She then decided, in a flawless leap of logic, that she needed to take off her pants and shirt if she was going to be in the pool. I then informed her of the equally unassailable conclusion that without her pants and shirt the water would be very cold.