"Um. Whatcha doing with my camera, Baby?"
"I'm taking a picture of myself for my blog."
"Wendy, you don't have a blog. I have a blog. It's mine. It belongs to me."
"Mommy. All your base are obviously belong to us."
"All your base-"
Like she could keep up with a blog. She's a terrible typer. (She begrudgingly agreed to let me post this one of us enjoying each other's company.)