Penelope:   So this is all like fuckin ‘whatever’ to you.
Bloom: I usually drink with Bang Bang in the snack car, play cards.
Penelope: With who?
Bloom: Mrs. Yeungling. That’s her smuggler nickname.
Penelope: That’s offensive.
Bloom:   I think if it were offensive to her, she’d let us know.

— The Brothers Bloom, 2008

G filled Kila’s bowl to the brim, so Kila wouldn’t go hungry. Alana loves dumping Kila’s bowl. The instant it makes its distinctive clang on the kitchen tile, and long before an old bored dog gets hungry for more kibble, Alana sprints towards it like Kila when she was a puppy.   And its full to the brim.   What are the odds?

Alana is just tall enough to pull things off G’s table, which is just small enough for a littleGirl to sit at.     Hmm…the irony.

How do babies instinctively know all the important buttons and remote controls and broken glass and poison and bike grease and blackberries that they must not touch?!?! Why do littleGirls leave cameras at knee-level, forks on the floor, break dishes, scatter coins, and drop foodstuffs that stain unbleachably?   Its like a plot against me.

If you can’t spot the sucker in the room, its you.   My children need con names.