I swear, you can't make this stuff up.

I babysat Landis and Lela tonight. Though I wish I didn't have to spend my evenings watching the same kids I watch all DAY, it IS extra money with no taxes taken out. Anyway...we were having lasagna for dinner tonight. Lela picked at it, ate a little salad, looked up with her nose all scrunched up, pointed at her lasagna and said, "I don't like this vagina." I couldn't be positive of what she said, so I said, "What?" and she repeated it. Definitely vagina, not lasagna. I need to start collecting these anecdotes. I should write a book.