Last night, after a weekend full of fun which I will tell you about tomorrow, Aviean went with me to have dinner with my dad, stepmom and grandparents.  Since she’s from the maternal side of my family, she had never met them before.  We went to a very nice restaurant, so I was a bit concerned about how she’d act in it but she sat quietly, barely saying a word throughout the first half of the dinner.

That is, until there was a silent moment at the table when she felt the need to say the following –

“Amy Beff, you USED to have a boyfwriend.”

Why, thank you, Aviean.  I think the only thing dinner was missing was an awkward moment during the main course.

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On the way home last night, I suddenly heard tears from the backseat.  I asked what was wrong and –

“I just wish I could be a mermaid, Amy Beff.  I’m never going to get to be one because I’m a human gwirl!”

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She’s currently sitting beside me forcing Cuddles to be Pocahontas.  Poor Cuddles.  First he gets a girl name, then he has to a female Disney character.  Life is so hard sometimes.

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I just told her I’m writing about her to my friends (oh please, like we wouldn’t be friends if I knew you in real life) and asked if there was anything she would like me to tell you.  She wants you to know that “Snuggles and Cuddles are very nice to Aviean.  Snuggles and Cuddles love Miss, Miss, little Miss Aviean.”  Good to know we’re mastering the art of speaking about ourselves in third person, no?

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You’ve seen it before, but I think you might need to see it again just to make your Monday morning a bit more bearable –

See you later, alligators.  Afterwhile, crocodiles.  And, my personal favorite: holla, koala.