Sally and I were in our sunroom, chatting about something relatively serious, when Sylvia came in, looking for her small, plastic Dora doll. She said:
"Where my Dora? You see my Dora? Where my Dora?"
Then she quickly turned around, thrust out her butt and said, "Is it in... my butt!?!?!"
Sally and I laughed out loud.
Her timing and delivery were dead-on and I think she gets that from me. And, I also suspect she gets her taste in subject matter from me too...
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