Dada?

Lately I've been saying "dada" alot. Mom of course is offended by this thinking that I love Pops more than her. Pops of course is beaming with pride thinking that he's done something extrordinary to warrant my affection. Little do they know that I have actually been sneaking out of my crib at night and reading Mom's art history books and have been particularly struck by the works of the Dada movement of the early 20th century. But as usual my parents have to make it all about themselves.

My best girl Alice came over the other day with her big sis Lila. Here are some pics:

Lila always prefers to make a grand entrance.

What? No, we were not just swapping binkies while you weren't looking! We're just innocent little infants.

Ok, we were. Busted.