Yesterday afternoon, Emily and Molly were spending some fun time running through their Dora The Explorer sprinkler. Providing tons of squeals and giggles of delight for some ... and headaches and suicidal thoughts for others.
This thing spins around and sprays water out the top ... for the three seconds it's working ... but at all other times Dora is laying on her side, water shooting straight at, let's say ... ME, as she waits to be picked up and adjusted properly, allowing her to entertain the girls for another three seconds.
Anyway, as I set Dora straight for the gazillionth time, and attempt to keep a smile on my frustrated face so the girls will think know I am enjoying this quality time we are spending together ... I mutter, "Come on Dora, you can do it!"
And this is where Emily responds with an eye roll accompanied by a tone that assures me she thinks I know NOTHING (and quite frankly I didn't think that would come for a few more years), "Mom! She can't understand you ... she doesn't even speak English."
Aaaaahhhh, yeeeaaah.
