One day last week, Scarlett sidled up next to me and said, “Otto is being a real D – N – E – R.”

“What does that spell?” I asked her.

“Jerk,” she whispered.

Otto, who was calmly lying on his dog bed in the corner of the living room, seemed unfazed by this random attack on his character. I just laughed to myself. She’s working so hard on her spelling, and in pure Scarlett fashion, concentrates more on certain types of words than others. You can see further evidence of this at her Twitter account.

We laugh a lot in our house, mostly at the things that Scarlett says, although in our finer moments, Rob and I can even laugh at our situation. After all, what else can you do?

Oh wait, I know! I totally know this one.

You can cry.

I cry. I’m just sharing that in case anyone thinks that I am strong and stoic and unemotional and brave all the time. Read More>