Someday I'll get some pictures up

Meanwhile some recent Alice comments and pronunciations worthy of note:

• shweatshwirt (Try it--it's fun.)
  
• She is frthree years old. Interesting to me that she's got the right pronunciation in there, but it's proceeded by something extra that makes the whole thing even more complicated.
  
• [changing after church] "Will you unhelp me with this dress?"
• "The thermometer says the water is nine-de up-to-five 'grees."
• Similarly, she looks at the tags in her clothes and announces that they are "Size Up to Three."
• [at a dinner where I was urging her to eat her healthy food] "Mommy, I wish you were a babysitter. Why didn't God make you a babysitter?"
• "What happens if someone dies, but they still have to get their mail out of the mailbox?"
• And then the biggies. NPR was on and they started talking about a suicide bomber in Syria taking out 37 people. I didn't imagine that the report would mean anything to Alice, so I was surprised when she asked from the backseat, "Mommy, why does God make bad people?" A little probing confirmed that the question was prompted by the news story. I gave my best answer. She latched onto it immediately. And now she is frequently asking questions along the lines, "Mommy, why do people turn away from God and make bad choices?"

 And then there's Edith. Apologies to some contingent of our readers, for how much we've evidently warped her. They were talking about Osama bin Laden on the radio, and Edith wanted to know who he was.

"A really, really bad person," I said, "who did terrible things."

"Oh," she said. "Was he a Republican?"

Oh, dear.

I have since exploded her mind by alerting her to the fact that some of her dearest relatives are Republicans. Substantial cognitive dissonance has ensued.