Obama? Yer mama!
Actually, like Colin Powell, I cried. I'm glad and I think he'll do a good job. That's that.
In other news, Sophie is obsessed with Barbie and the Diamond Castle. She's singing the words to the theme song outside our office door as I write...
"If I could wish for one thing, it'd be the smile that you bring..."
This is one of those "all things" movies. The development team sat down and said, "What are all of things that little girls like and how can we fit them into one movie?" The answer? Singing, guitar-playing best friends, a princess, twin brothers, a puppy named Sparkles and, yes, a diamond castle.
It's a turd, much like the turd I found on the carpet last week. (When I asked Sophie about the turd, she told me not to worry because she'd gotten it out of her pants herself.)
I know that everyone says it goes too fast and that there will come a time when I miss their baby and preschooler days, but hear me now, I will not miss turds on my carpet. I will also not miss Barbie and the Diamond Castle.
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