At this point, however, she shows skills of a more primordial nature. My darling daughter is quick on her feet, and she readily adapts to every challenge or obstacle. Sure, faithful readership, I am sure you've had the same flattering thought about your own scion. But these traits that Caroline readily exhibits are more apropos to a humanoid AI robot, or the Ebola virus, or a genetically engineered Cretaceous-era therapod.
Upon realizing that dear brother Jack got a jellybean for successful potty performance, she promptly sat down and cleared her bowels. But a mere jellybean was not enough. In the days that passed, Caroline learned to mete out her minute bladder capacity over several discrete trips to the "paddah." We are presently out of Jelly Bellys, but fortunately we have enough toothpaste.
I am not sure where we are going to go from here. I imagine the next twenty years or so will be something akin to Robert Earl Keen's classic description of bull-riding:
"I used to be in rodeo, believe it or not - I had a rodeo career that lasted 15 seconds. That's five bulls times three seconds a piece. It was a fun career - I don't know how many people have ever been on the back of a bull before - it's kind of like getting in your car and driving down the freeway at 70 miles an hour, and then just chunking the steering wheel out of the window."Giddy-up.
