For obvious reasons, my old post titled “Crush Little Bibi” has soared in popularity. I have a feeling the new readers find it extremely disappointing.
By the way, ‘crush little Bibi’ has become a private joke between me and Klara that we use whenever technology malfunctions. ‘Crush little Bibi again, Mommy?’ Klara says when something doesn’t work the way it should and collapses with laughter. It’s really cool that we now have private jokes.
Another private joke of ours is “Arbor whitie.” The GPS pronounced the street name Arbor Vitae incorrectly, making Klara ask, “who’s this whitie, Mommy?” So I now have a toddler who can pronounce vitae the way ancient Romans would.