Now We Know

I had often wondered what was going on in Heimer's head. Now, after losing her binkies in a battle royale with Daddy, the plug that impeded the flow of words is gone. And so is any hope I had that her tongue would be easier to tame than Franklepea's (or mine, for that matter).

Heimer (hitting Franklepea): You go 'way!

Mommy: Kate, no hitting! You can NOT hurt your brother.

Heimer: No, mommy! You bad girl!

Mommy: *gasp* (deer in headlights)