Gotta love my niece, the ever impressive orator, Elliot.
Tonight, we were watching the telly when she starts looking at me and saying: “You are…someone else. You are…you are…you are…Mommy! You are…Matt! You are Tony!” And so on giving me names from various other members of the family.
“You are…a big cunty couch!”
And of course, the more Andi and I laughed, the more she said it with such conviction:
“You are CUNTy couch! CUNTY couch!”
Who needs TV when you ARE a cunty couch!?