Build-A-Wookie and Amazeum Fun

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Friday Bart took a vacation day so we could all finally go to the new Scott Family Amazeum (no relation to me) in Bentonville.  While we were out, we also let Ladybug take her money to Build-A-Bear in order to build her very own Chewie, as she had decided earlier in the week.

Building Chewie
Since Ladybug's money was all in the form of quarters, Bart and I assumed we would pay for her Chewie and just keep her quarters.  However, after thinking it over and remembering how she paid for her Cracker Barrel rocker a couple of years ago, I decided to cash out her quarters, put the dollar amount in her purse along with a gift card we acquired for half price on her birthday, and a coupon that came with the mailer that set this all in motion.  I wanted her to hand over her own money to the cashier, to know that she had to exchange what she had been saving for her Chewie.  I wanted this expedition to be a teachable moment.  Whether or not it was, I may never really know.  I will say that she did show some prudence before we got there.  Since it was the first day they were to have the new Star Wars stuff, Bart asked Ladybug if she would buy something else if they didn't have a Chewbacca or save her money.  She assured him that should such a thing occur, she would save her money.  We were both impressed with her maturity.


Except for our visit to the BABW in Busch Stadium that resulted in our bringing home Cardinal, all of our visits to BABW have been for Ladybug's birthday, on weekdays in the iciness of winter.  Each time, we were the only ones in the store.  That wasn't so for a Friday in July.  It was super busy, which almost sent my large-crowd wary husband and daughter both running.  I'm laughing as I type this because they BABW's crowd was nothing compared to what would be at the Amazeum.  Anyway, L still wanted to buy her Chewie, so we waited for each and every kid in front of us, it seemed like a good fifteen in all, had their animals stuffed, given a heart, sounds, and you know how it goes there.

The bath tubs were occupied by teenagers I personally felt got much less enjoyment than my three-year-old would have, so we just searched for accessories.  Pictures showed Chewie with a crossbow, but Ladybug found a light saber that lights up and makes the sound and decided that Chewie must have some Jedi in him.  Then we let her do most of the typing on his birth certificate before she forked over her money without much fuss.

I was worried, because it seemed she didn't have as much fun as she had anticipated due to the crowd.  None of that mattered though.  She had her Chewie.  She introduced him to Cardinal in our car and has taken him everywhere with her since.  Friday night Lucy brought Ladybug her Chewie that she got for Christmas from Cousin Apache to show her they both have one, I kid you not.  Who would have ever thought that Wookies would be so popular in our house?


The Amazeum
We ate lunch, then headed over to the Amazeum.  We could tell as soon as we got to the parking lot that it was going to be busy.  I reminded Bart that it had only been open a matter of days, and that lots of people don't work on Friday afternoons.  The apprehension of all the people at BABW grew by about a hundred fold.

The good news is that Ladybug is a kid who likes to do things with her hands, so the Amazeum is just the place for her.  She loved making balls dance in the air, banging a wall of percussion instruments, painting and cleaning a window, pretending to milk a cow, picking pretend apples and eggs, and especially shopping at the replica self-serve Walmart.  Once she started doing things, the crowd didn't bother her a bit.  Bart, on the other hand, mentioned he wasn't too impressed with the place.  I asked him, "What would impress you then?"  Then he admitted it was pretty amazing, just the crown was a lot for him.  It was agreed upon that we will have to go again once school starts on a Thursday then.


I would suggest getting tickets to work in the Hershey's Lab.  We wanted to, but the line was far too long.  Actually, if you live anywhere near here, I would suggest buying a membership.  We waited to do so, because we wanted to make sure we would really use it.  I think that after watching Ladybug play "pretend Amazeum" over the weekend, we will use a family membership quite often, and I plan to buy one before we go again.

We capped off the evening by having dinner at one of Ladybug's favorite establishments, Cracker Barrel.  Even though it was so hot you could probably fry an egg on a sidewalk, we had a fun day together as a family.

In Which I'm Concerned About Doc McStuffins' Career Change

Thursday, July 23, 2015

— It has come to my attention that as a mom, I often have to pull rabbits out of a bag of tricks in order to get Ladybug to comply with me.  Case in point, a couple weeks ago I took Ladybug in to our local Pigtails and Crewcuts to trim her dead-ends.  While she was busy flying her airplane like the Red Baron, a mom and daughter came in with an interesting dilemma.  The daughter, who looked all of eight years old, had been at a sleep-away camp and had decided not to brush or comb her hair at all for the entire week.  I think they ended up having to cut her hair super-short it was so tangled.  We've also been reading a very abridged version of Anne of Green Gables, and she remembers very distinctly that Anne had to cut her hair off after accidentally dying in green.  I have since reminded Ladybug of this every day when she doesn't want her hair brushed.  She knows that her hair is very beautiful and doesn't want it cut off "like Anne of Green Gables."  Hey, I'll use whatever means necessary to get my stubborn child to comply.


—  I saw yesterday on Facebook where Doc McStuffins is going to shift her field of practice from toys and stuffed animals to pets.  I told Bart, and he was concerned she would be cutting up animals and encouraging kids to so.  I reminded him that Doc is a cartoon, and I don't think they're going to go all Dexter on a Disney Junior show.  I don't even think they'll go all Grey's Anatomy and do an exploratory surgery.  To further our delusional concern, let me say that I hope that Doc has at least completed a fellowship program at a reputable, teaching veterinary hospital.  You know, preferably more Seattle Grace than Mercy West.

It does not escape my notice that I'm so concerned about a cartoon Ladybug may or may not even watch.  Though she had a Doc McStuffins birthday party a year and a half ago, she almost always complains when Doc comes on TV these days.  I assume she feels it is beneath her.  She is more of a Sofia the First girl in the Disney Junior way of thinking.  That, and the ever present Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Oh, she'll play Doc McStuffins, but not often on her toys.  Why should she do that when she has a Mama and a Lucy and Dory dog to heal?  At any rate, it looks like Doc got some new clothes out of the change in specialty.



—The other morning I was in the mood for some of my favorite comfort food, a bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos.  Ladybug and I picked up a bag of assorted chips on our last Walmart run, and I should have listened to her when she mentioned fire being on the Doritos bags, because those were not regular Nacho Cheese Doritos, the were Spicy Nacho Cheese Doritos.  I found this out after eating several then welling up in tears because they were so hot.  I thought I was going to die.

I was born with a condition called "Geographic Tongue," a chronic condition with no real treatment because most of the time, it's not a problem.  Though I love the taste of really hot, spicy foods, I've learned to stay away from them due to the painful whelps they cause me.  It's sort of like how I love the taste of shrimp, crab, and any other assortment of shellfish but don't really care for the abdominal cramps or my throat closing up.  Anyway, Frito-Lay needs to do more to distinguish between the two types of Nacho Cheese Doritos with their packaging, because that was not a nice surprise.  The flames coming from the chips are not enough warning.  I'm thinking an alarm that screams, "Danger! Danger, Will Robinson!" would be more appropriate.



— We recently received a mailer from Build-a-Bear Workshop which Ladybug promptly took and obsessed over.  One side was geared toward girls with something all pink, purple, and glittery called the "Honey Girls."  The other side was geared toward boys with new Star Wars bears.  This just goes to show you that girls often not only dislike the pink-washed alternatives to things businesses think girls want, but that can outright hate them.  Ladybug loves Star Wars, not some version where Princess Leia wears a pink dress and tiara.  I wish toy companies would learn that girls neither need nor want to have a coat of pink paint slapped on something to love it.  Ladybug has already decided to take her own money to BABW tomorrow and purchase her very own Chewbacca, complete with sound.




—  The other morning I was told a very emphatic "I don't like you!" by Ladybug when I threatened to take away her little V-Tech camera she was playing with when I told her to go upstairs and put on her shoes.  I responded with a cool, "I can live with that."  I can live with her being mad at me, not liking me, and even sometimes not loving me as she says because,  1). I know that she doesn't really mean it, and 2). I'm her mom, not her best friend.  I like that we're buddies, but I'm her mom first.


—  I finished reading "The Astronaut Wives Club" this morning.  Now I'm looking for my next book to devour.  Any suggestions?  I've been thinking about reading "The Right Stuff," but frankly I like looking at the Mercury Seven and the other astronauts from the wives' eyes.

Hanging Crooked, Reading Books, and Doing Nothing

Sunday, July 19, 2015

— There is a rousing rendition of "Do Lord" being sung in the play room while I type this, because I finally added Ladybug's cd of VBS songs to her iPad this morning.  I am ecstatic that she loved VBS so much that she wants to hear the songs all of the time.  However as an adult, I can only hear those adrenaline-charged, repetitive songs maybe ten times a day... each before I need an Excedrin.

— I have finally gotten around to putting new pictures and frames up all through our house.  This endeavor has also included purchasing a new bulletin board and a new dry erase board for the kitchen.  It's the best time for those new items, because everything is stocked and at great prices for Back To School.  Anyway, after buying the stuff to replace the old, dingy stuff in the kitchen, I got a bug up my bonnet to hang them myself.  You see, I realized that I am 35 years old and have never really hung a picture up on my own in any of my homes. I don't think I've hung anything up since my Monet prints in my college dorm room.  I was really industrious and even learned how to use Bart's drill so I could do it right.  Once I was finished I realized something.  Do you know why I never hang pictures (or anything else)?  I don't see straight and even using a level, those two boards are as crooked as the Leaning Tower of Pisa.  This is of course driving Bart, the perfectionist, insane, and it won't be too long before he corrects my mishaps.

— As you know, I anticipated "Go Set a Watchman" for months, so I read it in a day.  That said, once I was finished reading it, I felt that void you do after you finish a book you really love.  Friday I decided to start reading "The Astronaut Wives Club:  A True Story" by Lily Koppel.  It's the book that inspired the TV series by the same name that Bart and I have been addicted to this summer.  I'm taking it a little slower with this book, but I really like learning about the women behind our first astronauts, the Mercury Seven.  Let me tell you, they put up with a lot more than most wives would these days.

— A huge part of me has felt that I should start back to writing rather than get stuck in another book for a while.  The thing is, it's not easy writing fiction and taking care of Ladybug.  She's going to be in preschool soon, so I hope to spend part of that time writing.  Then I can get lost in my character's lives until it's time to go wait in car line without feeling guilty for ignoring my child for my own imaginary friends.

— I took our "Week of Nothing" very seriously.  Ladybug and I left the house to buy groceries and that was about it.  It was the perfect week for this, since we're finally having a normal (meaning HOT!!!) summer.  We went to the mall Friday night with Bart to shop for school clothes for Ladybug.  I can hardly believe we're buying her school clothes, even for two-day-a-week-preschool.

—  I mentioned previously how nice Ladybug and I have had it for the past three and a half years, just taking life slowly.  I just want to go on the record by saying that I have loved it.  There's nowhere else I would have rather been.  I was listening to an old podcast of the Big Boo Cast by Big Mama and Boo Mama, and they were talking about how they purposefully don't schedule to be away from home as much as they could, because that's where their people are, and they don't want to miss anything.  That's how I feel about my time so far as a SAHM.

I remember a friend who had had a baby a little over a year after I had L asked me how I could stand to be home all the time.  I'll admit that the first six months to a year was hard, because little babies don't do much but need you.  Then you know what?  In between all the teething and the potty-training, it got really good.  Ladybug will probably phase out naps after starting preschool.  I'm going to miss our mid-day nap ritual where I read to her before her nap.  We've read everything from Green Eggs and Ham to The Secret Garden together this way.

I think of Ladybug's first steps, her first words, and all the goofball moments that have and will occur.  I never wanted someone else to text me pictures and videos of those moments, I wanted to experience them myself, and I did.  I may still be driving the same car we bought eight years ago, we may not take many vacations, but what I have been given is so much greater.  Ladybug has also benefitted too.  She has had this great life that hasn't been overly scheduled.  She's been able to just be a kid, playing on her own.  She even has an imaginary friend, AND she's very sociable with other kids.  I just can't imagine missing this.  I love spending my days with my smart, silly, sweet goofball.  It has been a most precious time, and I'm glad she's only going to be in school two days a week so far.

Thoughts On "Go Set a Watchman" (Spoilers)

Wednesday, July 15, 2015



Like many people over the past fifty-five years, I read "To Kill a Mockingbird" in high school, and it quickly shot to the top of my list of favorite books ever written.  I have re-read the book several times and watched the movie countless more.  Even though the book was set almost fifty years before I was born, there were certain passages that resonated with me, the girl who grew up in a small, somewhat Southern town at what may very well have been the twilight of one era and dawn of a new one.  I adored Scout's precociousness and related to her sometimes being wiser than her age yet also incredibly innocent at the same time.  Jem Finch was everything I ever dreamed an older brother would have been.  Then there was Atticus.  Like scores of people, Scout included, I put Atticus Finch on a pedestal.  He could do no wrong.  For that short while when we were pregnant this past spring I had even started campaigning to use Atticus as a name if we were to have had a boy.  Well, I've mentioned in the past the problem with placing people, even fictional ones, on pedestals, and it remains true, even in literature.

The writing style of "Go Set a Watchman" is definitely Harper Lee's, and that in itself makes it a very good read.  As with "To Kill a Mockingbird," you can't read it without looking deep within yourself and trying to do as Atticus told Scout in TKAM,
“First of all,” he said, “if you can learn a simple trick, Scout, you’ll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view—”
“Sir?”
“—until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.”
Excerpt From: Harper Lee. “To Kill a Mockingbird.” iBooks. https://itun.es/us/dmr-Z.l
I both can and can't quite look at "Go Set a Watchman" as a pure sequel to "To Kill a Mockingbird."  I can't because there are clear inconsistencies in continuity.  It is very clear Watchman was written before Mockingbird.  The entire Tom Robinson case was summed up in just a five paragraphs.  Some of the details were different, and there was no mention of Bob Ewell attacking Jem and Scout nor any mention at all of Boo or any of the Radley family.  Those were the things that were fleshed out later for Mockingbird.  You could, if you so choose, look at Watchman as a different universe or reboot of Mockingbird.  We certainly have seen plenty of both in modern entertainment.  Perhaps this Atticus is just a little different than the one in Mockingbird because of one or two choices that changed things creating parallel universes?  Perhaps there is a universe where Jem didn't inherit his mother's heart condition?  Perhaps... perhaps.  That is the joy of fiction, after all.  There's almost always room for perhaps.

I can also see Watchman being a continuation of Mockingbird.  It seems very true to life for me.  At the age of twenty-six, Jean Louise Finch learned in a very painful manner that though her father was still probably one of the best men in many ways, he was still a very human man.  It happens to all of us at some point in our lives.  We all must have the pedestal torn down from our false gods.  We must stop leaning on the understanding of our childhood heroes and come up with our own conclusions.  Even the greatest of men are just merely men, made imperfect by sin.  It just hurts us when that veil is ripped from our eyes.

A great many people are up in arms because in "Go Set a Watchman," the much-anticipated lost work of Harper Lee, Atticus Fitch isn't quite so... perfect.  After reading the book through in less than a day, I can honestly say that I think their reaction is similar to Scout's initial reaction.  She found out that her father wasn't a perfect paragon of virtue, that indeed he was human just like the rest of us.  In the end she saw reason, and I think the rest of us will as well.

I honestly don't think that "Go Set a Watchman" could have come out at a better time.  The things covered in the book: the fears, the prejudices, the desire to keep things the way they've always been, they're the same things we're dealing with now and probably will until the end of time.  The biggest difference is that we now have the Internet and social media to spread them more rampantly.  I think we all needed to read this simple passage.
“Every man’s island, Jean Louise, every man’s watchman, is his conscience. There is no such thing as a collective conscious." 
Excerpt From: Harper Lee. “Go Set a Watchman.” iBooks. https://itun.es/us/mU1C5.l
"To Kill a Mockingbird" is and always will be one of the great masterpieces of American Literature.  Had no other work by Harper Lee ever been published, it would have been enough in itself.  We need Mockingbird and its views on the harshness of the world through childlike eyes, but we also need Watchman with its adult truths that also make us look within ourselves.  I don't yet love it as I do Mockingbird, and it doesn't change how I feel about Mockingbird, but I do like it.  I absolutely recommend reading it then possibly reading it again with reason.  Whether or not it becomes the classic that Mockingbird has, only time will tell.  It definitely makes you think, and I believe that was the point.

Have any of you read it yet?  What are your thoughts?

Climbing To a Week Of Nothing

Monday, July 13, 2015

Y'all, last week I worked Vacation Bible School for the first time in almost twenty years.  The last time I worked VBS was either the summer before my senior year of high school or the one before my freshman year in college.  Either way, it was at the church in the little Oklahoma town where I grew up, and knew most of the kids.  In size and just the change in technology over the past two decades, this experience was totally different from ones in the past.  Last week we had 600-700 kids each day, and though I was mostly just responsible for the four girls I was Crew Leader of, it was a little overwhelming at times.  It was very fitting that our theme was Everest:  Conquering Challenges With God's Mighty Power.

It came to my attention when I went to a meeting the week before VBS, that most adults choose to do something other than be a Crew Leader, leaving the job mostly to our awesome youth.  I'll admit that it's tiring taking the kids to each of their stations, to the bathroom, and being involved with them as much as possible.  I think I would get bored, telling the same thing over and over again to each rotation of kids if I just did one thing like crafts, Bible, or Kid Vid.  I liked getting to know my four girls and learning what they learned each day.  It was really great that one of my girls was L's best friend.  It was her first VBS, so it was good she was with someone she knew.  I kind of loved the whole week and plan to do the same next year.



Ladybug loved her first VBS experience too.  The three-year-olds got to do just about everything the older kids got to do, and I picked her up early a couple of days so she could enjoy the last time of worship and music while the kids' parents picked them up.  Friday night she declared that it had been "the best week!"  We've spent a lot of time listening to the cd I bought her there and looking at all of her Bible Buddies on her iPad.





It was a tiring week, especially after the chaos that was our Fourth of July.  All three of us have been battling sinus and allergy issues that I'm sure cropped up because of our day without air.  We planned to go to a Natural's game last night with our Sunday School class, but kept forgetting to buy tickets.  In the end, it worked out because we really just needed the evening at home together after being constantly on the go last week.

In fact, our entire weekend was a little low-key.  Bart grilled Friday night, and we toasted marshmallows.  Saturday we took L to see Minions.  FYI, wait to rent it.  L liked it, but it was totally direct-to-video worthy.  I would rather have watched Inside Out again.  Last night, we ended up playing a game of Trouble last night as a family, and I learned that Ladybug is calculating and vindictive.  I sent her home once, at the beginning of the game.  Next thing I know, she has all of my pieces blocked in and let Bart win.  She told me she did it because I was "playing mean."  Anyway, I think it's time she learned chess or Risk.



After last week was so crazy, I've declared this week a Week of Nothing.  Actually, it's a week of me slowly catching up on all of the housework that didn't get taken care of last week.  However, we're going to try to slow down for the rest of the summer.  It came to my attention that Ladybug and I have had a pretty nice time of it together these past three and a half years.  She starts preschool next month, and life is going to be different soon.  I'm going to enjoy these days of Mickey Mouse, mornings playing outside, and our current routine of freedom as long as possible.

Dory's Colon Saves the Day (In a Roundabout Way)

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Every homeowner fears it:  having something major break down on the weekend or worse, a holiday. So of course it had to happen to us.

I've mentioned in the past how Lucy and Dory have a habit of waking me up in the middle of the night and wee small hours of the morning.  Most of the time I don't appreciate being woke up, usually just when I'm finally getting to sleep.  However, this one time...  Well, thank goodness for Dory's habit of not wanting to poop in rain or wet grass until she just can't hold it anymore.  If not for her little, annoying peculiarities, we might not have gone to bed last night with air conditioning.

She woke me Saturday morning at 5, needing to poop.  I had planned to sleep as late as I possibly could that morning, so I considered ignoring her but knew that wouldn't work.  My next plan was to feed and potty both girls then, so we could all go back to sleep.  The thing is, when I got up with them, I noticed that the air conditioner was still running, but it was hot in the house.  I had been up a couple of hours earlier to get a drink, and the temperature was 71°.  At 5 AM it was 73°.  To make matters worse, it was cooler outside the house.  I had already been noticing how horrible the AC sounded in the middle of the night, so I was worried and checked to see if air was coming out of the vents.  It wasn't.  I hated to do it, because I knew he would tell me I was crazy, but I decided to wake Bart.

He walked into the bathroom, felt a little air, and started to think I was crazy.  Then he noticed the horrible noise the unit was making and decided to check some other vents.  I wasn't crazy.  Here we were at 5 AM on the Fourth of July AND a Saturday at that, and our air conditioner was broken.

The good news is that we are gold members of a local HVAC company and have guaranteed tech visits within 24 hours, no matter if it's the weekend, a holiday, or both, and we don't have to pay extra for the visit either.  The technician, Sandy, had been here a few times in the past.  He's a pretty great guy, and he showed Bart exactly what was wrong.  We could buy a new compressor for $3000 and still have several issues, or we could bite the bullet and get a whole, new unit.  We decided to go ahead and do it.  By 11 AM, we had a comfort consultant (salesman) here, showing us our choices, and by 1 PM the install team was there, getting to work.  That's almost unbelievable considering it was a holiday.

In the midst of all this, we had planned to host a cookout with our best friends, so we were hoping the AC would be up and running by the time everyone got there.  We texted everyone, letting them know the circumstances, letting them know they didn't have to come if they didn't want to.  Everyone came anyway, which pleased Ladybug.  She had been so excited.  We ended up having a great evening, even though the AC wasn't up and running until 11pm.  Ladybug and her best friend and her brother had fun swimming, playing, and shooting little champagne poppers.  We tried sparklers, but L kind of lost it when the neighborhood lit up like Beirut.  Thankfully we always buy a lot of extra food, because we were more than happy to share with the install team.

I love our friends.  Even though it was getting late, they stayed to make sure we had AC and didn't need a place to cool off for the night.  We're truly blessed.  Also, I love Dory, because had she not woke me, we would not have gotten that service call in so early, and probably would have suffered a lot longer.  Next time I complain because she won't do her business in the rain, remind me not to.  Her finicky colon saved the day.

The fan hog who saved the day

Ladybug Logic And Lucy's Lucyness

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Yesterday morning, Ladybug was assisting me in getting Lucy and Dory to potty and come back inside the house.  Her job was to hand them both a little treat.  I told her that the yellow one was cheese-flavored, and that I wanted Lucy to have that one since she actually pooped.  Now Ladybug with all the logic of a three-year-old surmised that if the yellow treat tasted like cheese then the brown treat must taste like poo poo.  She thought herself a genius and wouldn't accept that the brown treat was actually beef-flavored.  It wasn't nearly as funny as a poop-flavored treat.

We discuss poop a lot these days, as well as burping and tooting.  Ladybug has decided that toilet humor is just pretty awesome, and that Olaf toots snowflakes. Personally, I haven't seen anything funny in toilet humor since I was about fifteen.  I distinctly remember watching Dumb and Dumber in the movie theater with my friends, thinking it was hilarious.  However by the time it came out on video, I couldn't see what was so funny anymore.  I do laugh when Ladybug makes these jokes though, because she just gets so tickled that it's contagious.  I love it when she is struck with a case of the giggles.

Of course it makes sense that someone who finds bodily functions so hilarious just might not see the importance of other things.  We took her outside before she was asleep last night to see Jupiter and Venus in conjunction, making the Bethlehem Star.  Bart and I thought it was pretty amazing.  Ladybug was just like, "Yep, there it is.  Can I go to bed now?"  Celestial events that only happen every 2000 or so years just don't compare to poop-flavored treats right now.

Speaking of dog treats and the family members who consume them, Lucy has lately gotten into the habit of getting out of bed for breakfast when she darn well pleases.  Rather than get up when Dory and I do and eating breakfast and doing her business with Dory, she has decided to start sleeping in.  Her bowl of kibble is left untouched.  It says a lot about Dory that she doesn't just eat Lucy's breakfast for her.  Dory will be long finished, and I will have long started my morning quiet time when Miss Lucy saunters into the living room.  Then she leisurely eats her breakfast and waits on me to finish so she can take care of business outside.  Of course once she's outside, she requires a certain number of hugs and kisses from me before she'll do her business.  In her opinion, mornings are for cuddles and possibly chasing birds and squirrels.  Dory thinks they're for bike rides and chasing the aforementioned birds and squirrels.  That's why she would like for me to get up at 6 each and every morning.  Lucy would prefer to keep me cuddled in bed with her.  Either way, their lives are so incredibly difficult.  That darn squirrel is always teasing them through the windows.


Well, my train of thought was just completely lost as I heard Ladybug calling for me upstairs.  She sleeps with her doors closed, and apparently couldn't open the door because her arms were full of stuffed dogs.  Bart and I found it amusing, Ladybug thought it was a serious predicament.  Bart explained how she could have put her dogs down, but I'm guessing hot lava would have consumed them had that occurred.  That's just another example of Ladybug Logic.  One thing is for certain, my days are definitely not boring living with a Ladybug, a Lucy, and a Dory!


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