The Mouth, In Two Parts

I. Earlier today, Nutmeg finally admitted it.

"I don't want a baby sister," she said. "I just want Mommy, Daddy and me."

"But what about this baby in here?" I asked. "What should we do with her?"

"She can just stay in there and grow," Nutmeg said.

Later, she amended her comments to allow that she would like a sister. An older sister.

Um, yeah. We'll get working on that, kiddo.


II. As if that wasn't bad enough, she revealed tonight that despite my efforts, McDonalds advertising has reached her. We were driving home, shortly before her bedtime, and I wanted ice cream, but I didn't want to get her out of her car seat, through a cold parking lot, and in and out of a store. So I hit the McDonald's drive through on the way home.

When Nutmeg saw the Golden Arches, she used to say, "M is for Mommy!"
This time, she said, "McDonald's is happy to be a part of Sesame Street."

Effin' public television sell-outs!