After the second or third rendition of the evening of Is Your Mama a Llama? the other night, I suggested: "You read it. You read it yourself. Mommy's going to . . ." whatever I said I was going to do. And she did.
It it was the funniest thing I've heard in a while. Maya's version went kind of like this:
"My yama. Ma yama. Fred? No. She isn't She isn't.
Ma yama, my yama. No. No. She isn't. She isn't. (hint of desperation)
Yama!
All done."
Greeting the llama image by flickr user altamar / CC BY-NC-SA 2.0



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