The SugarBean just turned to me (while we were watching Raiders of the Lost Ark) and muttered, "Snakes... I hate snakes."

She got it off the Mint Crisp M&M commercial, not the movie, but the timing was so perfect that I hurt myself laughing.

*roflmao*

Edit:  "Take this. Wave it at anything that slithers."  This will be repeated someday when she starts to date, accompanied by the requisite flaming billet of wood.

I don't think JK Rowling has to pick pieces of Play-Doh off her laptop as she revises.  Maybe that's presumptuous of me to assume such a thing, but still.

Have I mentioned that I despise the smell of Play-Doh?  One of the catalogues I got during the holidays had Eau de PlayDoh... an actual perfume!  *flails and runs in cirlces* No, thank you.  But anything that keeps yon child occupied for more than five minutes is my Favorite Thing Evar.  Which means the portable DVD player, the naked Barbies and the jungle Legos are also keepers.

I have the television running in the background as I type... incredibly easy to tune out the noise of America's Next Top Model, but I always pause to look at the results of the photo shoots.  So fascinating what a difference bone structure makes, and how the plainest of girls can look stellar by moving their chin down or twisting their hips a certain way.

Never wanted to be a model, and after watching the contestants shiver through swimming pool shoots and hiss-meow-spit at each other behind the scenes, I am consoled by my choice to eat more dessert.  Chocolate cake.  OM NOM NOM.