Dang, She's Cute

You've got to have some tiny little feetsers to fit into these pink shoes.



Baby I has taken several jumps forward since a month ago, when The Great Plotnik and The Great Ducknik saw her last. She can run and jump and play piano and hold her head up to look around, and OK so I lied about the first three, so sue me. But almost.



Staci has pointed out that when a little girl wears pink, everyone thinks she's a girl but if she wears anything else they think she's a boy. If a little boy wears anything at all they think he's a boy, unless he wears pink, depending on his hometown. Baby I probably confuses people in this outfit, but The Great Plotnik thinks she looks like a million bucks.



If the OLI job really does dry up, Plot has found another employer. This guy puts on his Dodger jacket, festoons his guitar with an American flag and hangs around the Flyaway Bus Stop at Union Station, singing this song: "In America, the women are the boss, the women are the boss, the women are the boss." He must need some time off. Plot could play this song on ukelele.



Dang, she's cute.