Saturday, March 1, 2008


So I realized something about Rosalie, about the thoughts she has in her nine-month-old head; they are different than mine. Here is an example: (I'd like to think I came up with this definition myself, but it is loosely based on the Mel Brooks quote "Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die." Mine's a bit milder.)
The definition of Comedy by Rosalie Songer: When I move away from Mom.
The definition of Tragedy by Rosalie Songer: When Mom moves away from me.


victoria said...

Love that rosy face!

Pioneeress said...

Do we have another redhead?

Katie said...

I haven't seen a pic of Rosalie for so long! what a cutie patootie. thanks for the post.

kate said...

hee hee. her devious twisted little mind! she's so cute i loves her.