Vicki Says

Here are some nuggets of wisdom from my 9-year-old daughter: On motorcycles: If they're so much smaller than cars, why are they so expensive? On her Dad's long beard: I hate it! (I personally love it, BTW) On her nephews-to-be this year: I can't wait to be an aunt! On her bicycle: Brakes are dumb. (this actually frightens me, just a bit!) On 1% milk: Ewwww! Why don't we switch back to 2% milk? And... Don't say fat...it makes me think of nasty things! (We just switched from 2% to 1%, and I was explaining what the difference was between the two.) The worst: Vicki tells everyone that Daddy lost his job just after Christmas. (I hate getting those looks from people like they're going to recommend me to the nearest homeless shelter, or something.) The best: Vicki tells everyone that when Daddy returned his uniforms to work, he brought our dog, Rascal, with him. And Rascal peed on the leg of the boss's desk! The boss wasn't in that day, though. Rascal got extra treats that day!!