September to June.

Charlotte's last day of her first year of preschool was this week.  I just typed "last week" because it seems like it was a million years ago already.

So grown up.

QOTD: That word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

c: Wanna hear a joke?

Me: Not really. I want you to eat.

C: What did one cannibal say to the other cannibal?

Me: Wait, WHAT?

C: What did one cannibal say to the other cannibal?

Me: What do you think a cannibal is?

C: You know, that thing, a ball a pirate shoots out of a cannon.  A canni-ball.

Me: Okay, fine.  What?

C: Well, the first cannibal says, one cannibal says, "Hey, who's that lady?" and the other cannibal says, "That's not a lady, that's my lunch!"

Me:  uh....

C: Isn't that funny?

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I have NO idea where she learned that joke.

At CVS today, Charlotte scratched my leg so hard she drew blood.  I don't know if it was a fingernail or a toenail; she was wearing flip-flops and thrashing around on the floor.  Charlotte wasn't having a temper tantrum, or being malicious, she just cannot stand in line like a normal human being.  Why stand quietly when you can flop around on the floor?  This is why she rides in the cart 85% of the time.

QOTD: The Director

Charlotte, in a tone of indignation, "Daddy, you're improvising!"

(playing a tightly scripted scene where Charlotte is Captain Hook and Matt is the Tick Tock Croc)