Not exaggerating even a little bit, though this is the condensed version of the rant/explanation of the dream.  She actually went on for a few minutes, telling me how mean I was.  I mean, seriously, her own brain is concocting these bizarre circumstances and events, but she still blames me for it.  A husbands work is never done, it seems.  Also, it’s also completely normal for Kia to encourage her mother towards poking, smacking, tickling or what-have-you.  I have a bad feeling that this trend will continue for years to come.

My shirt has the Ecto-1 of Ghostbusters fame chasing down the ghosts from Pacman.  Why?  ‘Cause Thinkgeek, that’s why.  Honestly, why would I even need a reason for that?  Anywho, Stacy’s wearing her teal plaid shirt while Kia’s showing off her grandma-made Looney Tunes overalls, featuring Bugs, Daffy and Taz, all of whom she knows by name (even though she’s yet to watch any, because they’re honestly not meant for little kids.  ;P