On the care and feeding of Devils, Part II
So last night I was sitting on the couch nursing Boo and perusing the latest issue of Newsweek. Devil took a break from zooming around the room singing about Old MacDonald's farm (E I E I OOOOOOO) to scramble up next to me.
D: Who dat Mama? (pointing to picture in magazine)
P: (chuckle) That's Homer Simpson.
D: (long pause) Dat's a monkey!
P: No sweetie, that's Homer Simpson. He's a TV character.
D: No Mama, dat's a monkey!
