Squirrelly

"I'm outta here....PEACE!"  Not the typical words from a three year old, at least probably not in our neighborhood.  Courtesy of her funny Daddy, the Babe has picked this up, and uses it when she's leaving a room (thankfully not all the time).  When the three of us are in the car backing up out of the driveway, she'll also say, "Bye-Bye House!"  then blow a kiss, and emphatically state, "Peace".  She is a sponge, so you better watch out what you say.  Thankfully, this didn't take effect when I was still in my driving and swearing phase (which probably lasted for me from age 22-34ish).

In other news, the Babe has a squirrel in her throat.  Not a frog, but a squirrel.  Tonight during dinner she started choking on something and grabbed her throat.  We immediately froze, not knowing if she was just coughing on her food or reacting.  I tried to remain calm, and asked if it was the squirrel.  Sure enough, it came for a visit.  Apparently mashed potatoes and potato chips make the squirrel go away.