1. If the last post about the couple in Walmart made you sad, that's okay. If it made you laugh, that's okay, too. I kinda felt like laughing AND crying when I saw it.
2. The facepainting, Mickey ears, and t-shirts that we are going to buy in Disney (mentioned two posts ago) are only for the girls. Dan and I, while very excited about going, are not ear-wearing parents, nor would we get our face painted or wear adult-sized Disney clothing. Nothing against that; it's just not how we roll. All that stuff is strictly for the girls to enjoy.
Jenna and I have started playing a new game together which we call "No I'm Jenna." This is how the dialog goes:
Me: Hi, how are you?
Me: What's your name?
Me: That's so funny! I have a daughter named Jenna, too. It's such a pretty name.
Jenna: No, I'm Jenna.
Me: How old are you?
Jenna: I'm three.
Jenna: I'm three.
Me: That's amazing! So is my daughter!
Jenna: No, I'm your daughter.
Me: My daughter goes to preschool. Do you go to preschool, too?
Me: What's your teacher's name?
Jenna: Mrs. Glaser.
Me: That's incredible! My daughter's teacher is named Mrs. Glaser also. You're probably in her class! Do you know my daughter Jenna?
Jenna: No, I AM your daughter! (Laughing hysterically)
Me: My daughter LOVES playing with babies. Do you like to play with babies?
Jenna: Yes, I love babies.
Me: Oh, you should play with my daughter! She's three and goes to preschool and loves playing with babies!!
... and this goes on and on, about her brown hair and her beautiful blue eyes, and then finally we talk about her middle and last name and I realize that she is indeed my daughter. Jenna laughs like this is the funniest joke she's ever heard and wants to play several times a day.