First there was a giant armadillo walking around that Kyra kept calling a Mal'a Dildo. I laughed like a 12 year old little boy and egged her on to say it again.
Then she came home with a balloon shaped like a rocking horse. In the restaurant, the tail was standing up. When we came home, something else was standing up....
And I didn't notice until after I snapped this picture of Kyra showing off.
I should really start a savings account for Kyra's therapy bill when she gets older, shouldn't I?
Think she'll be scarred for life as an adult when she finds this blog and reads the stories I share with the public?