Today Daddy and I did 5 million and 1 things as we cruised hither and yon to run errands, attend my Seattle Children’s Theater Storytime Drama Class, do a photo shoot at Volunteer Park, meet Daddy’s tax preparer to get the leftover flotsam, hang out at Salmon Bay Park and finish the fun nicely with ice cream at The Scoop at Walter’s.  Yeah.

While we were walking back to the car near Seattle Center following drama class a conversation involving a dirty comb ensued:

Daddy:  Hey Ella.  Do you see that comb on the ground?

Ella:  Yup.

Daddy:  Do we touch or pick up combs on the ground?

Ella:  No.

Daddy:  Why not?

Ella:  Because they might be stinky or have cigarette juice.

Daddy:  Ha ha haha!

That’s right folks… Cigarette juice.  Watch out for that shizz, yo.

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