Out of Order, but Still Pretty Good

On Sunday we took an exciting expedition to the Queens Center Mall so that Daddy could pick up a DVR box at the Time Warner Cable office (do you know what a hardship it is to miss The Office while doing bedtime?). By the time we were done, it was lunchtime, so we ate at the Applebee's at the mall, which was everything we expected and more (I had no idea chicken could taste like that).

Fiona got a children's menu which doubled as a coloring book. For a while she happily colored in and around and somewhere in the vicinity of Casper the Friendly Ghost and his friends. But then she started drawing letters.

"I write a name," she said. And then she announced which letters she was writing as she did them.

"F," she said. "I. N. O. A." The "N" was particularly recognizable, which is quite a feat for a child who's not quite three.

And if you look at the letters she chose, you'll notice that they contain all the letters in almost the right order for a name that we're very familiar with.

"Whose name is that?" we asked when she was done.

"Mommy's!" Fiona replied. With a big smile. I think the big smile meant she knew she was joking.