Evidently I tend to tell our 20-month-old, “good job” rather frequently. She likes to remind me of my days watching The Waltons when all the kids would say goodnight to one another…you remember Mary Ellen, John Boy and Jibob.
And, speaking of a simpler time, you may recall when Dubub (“W” in herspeak) first got into the White House we were interested in what type of dog they’d have. Who knew Barney would be such a wiseacre?!