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May 16, 2008 Nothing to see here. Move along. 
I am way too distracted and much too tired to manage any profundity today. Sorry. You can blame the boyfriend and the bloggers who have organized the very official and highly structured Maritime BlogHer in Halifax this weekend for my current state of mind. I'd love to write something meaningful but it's just not going to happen today. Well, let's see what happens when I concentrate.... Yippee! No, wait. See, it's hopeless. Maybe I can dredge my mind for a happy Frances story to tide you over. ... She's cute! No, wait.... Frances says something adorable. This happens all the time, you'll just have to take my word for it. I say, "Frances, can I eat you?" "No!" "No? Oh... Can I nibble on you?" "Nooooo!" "Aww. How about, can I lick you?" "No! I'm not a lollipop!" She laughs. "Oh. OK. Uh, can I give you a kiss?" "Yes." And she turns her cheek. I kiss her. She says, "You can hug and kiss me, but you can't eat, nibble or lick me." "Oh?" "Because I am not food. I am all covered with skin, and I have bones." "That's true. I can feel them in your fingers." "I am a person. Persons are not food." "Can't argue with that." There you have it, Dear Readers: the received wisdom of Frances. Persons are not food. Posted by Andrea at May 16, 2008 10:16 AM under Beanie Baby Brags , Friends and Others EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments And fish are friends!* Posted by: LauraJ at May 16, 2008 10:55 AM
"I am a shark, not a mindless eating machine." I've only seen it, oh, about five million times. Posted by: Andrea
"Frances, can I eat you?" This is what will happen when Frances is a bit older. It goes like this: Mom: Beeeeennnnnn, I'm hungry. I need to eat your arm. Ben(age 7, wise beyond the years, and tolerant of his mom's shananigans, extending his arm obligingly) Here,(sigh) knock yourself out! Posted by: TammiK at May 16, 2008 3:45 PM
MM requests we play "All the Foods I Am" nightly. Most nights I am just. too. tired. But I'd hate him to stop asking. Perhaps I need to play that one more. Posted by: Liz at May 16, 2008 11:39 PM
Aw, c'mon. What about Soylent Green? Soylent Green is people. Clearly she is too young for Charlton Heston movies. Posted by: Veronica Mitchell at May 18, 2008 1:21 PM
Well, *whew,* at least we know she doesn't have a cannibalistic streak. Posted by: Major Bedhead at May 22, 2008 6:31 PM
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