<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310</id><updated>2024-11-01T04:16:20.663-07:00</updated><category term="None"/><category term="ninjas"/><title type='text'>Things My Daughter Does</title><subtitle type='html'>...decided to finally start making a running record of these events...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-8838460403471841173</id><published>2012-03-17T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-17T07:12:34.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to One-up</title><content type='html'>Grandpa and daughter were rough-housing around.&lt;br /&gt;
(Daughter): Grandpa I&#39;m going to get you!&lt;br /&gt;
(Grandpa): If you do, I&#39;ll pop your head like a pimple!&lt;br /&gt;
(Daughter): No you won&#39;t! I&#39;ll pop your head like a bunch of nipples!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8838460403471841173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2012/03/trying-to-one-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/8838460403471841173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/8838460403471841173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2012/03/trying-to-one-up.html' title='Trying to One-up'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-850118544234582164</id><published>2011-11-28T08:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:36:04.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetically Awesome Misunderstanding</title><content type='html'>We are driving home from lunch, and my son and daughter are singing songs in the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;(Daughter - in the most pathetic voice she could muster): Bubby, don&#39;t break my heart, okay?&lt;br /&gt;
(Bubby): I wont!&lt;br /&gt;
(Daddy): What are you guys talking about?&lt;br /&gt;
(Daughter): I don&#39;t want him to break my heart!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My son finally showed me the soft stick-em paper heart that he was playing with.&amp;nbsp; She didn&#39;t want him to mess it up.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/850118544234582164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/11/pathetically-awesome-misunderstanding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/850118544234582164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/850118544234582164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/11/pathetically-awesome-misunderstanding.html' title='Pathetically Awesome Misunderstanding'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-2727723641809422934</id><published>2011-11-22T14:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:30:51.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Stuff</title><content type='html'>Editorial, not a dialog:

  Ever since she was an incy-wincy little girl, she has always been a tom-boy.  Here are some pleasant examples:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Consistently wants a &#39;boy-toy&#39; from McDonald&#39;s&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Argues with me about what to call her when she is pretending to be a fictional character&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;She will not ever accept a female hero for her pretend identity, it must be a boy&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Example: Must be Buzz Lightyear, never Jessie; Must be Harry Potter, never Hermione&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Always chooses &#39;boy-colors&#39;
 - Says things like, &#39;When I turn into a boy.&#39; and &#39;When I grow up to be a boy.&#39;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Will only play with the boy barbies doing &#39;boy-things&#39;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2727723641809422934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/11/boy-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/2727723641809422934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/2727723641809422934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/11/boy-stuff.html' title='Boy Stuff'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-1249906855280607279</id><published>2011-11-02T17:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T17:20:00.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Story Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Daughter) Daddy, I&#39;m Buzz Lightyear!&lt;br&gt;
(Daddy) Oh but you&#39;re a girl. &lt;br&gt;
(Daughter) Oh, then call me Buzz Bo-Light-Year! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1249906855280607279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/11/toy-story-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/1249906855280607279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/1249906855280607279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/11/toy-story-girl.html' title='Toy Story Girl'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-843183829999984201</id><published>2011-11-02T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T17:17:42.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Couple Letters Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Daughter) Can I have a throw-up? &lt;br&gt;
(Daddy) A What? &lt;br&gt;
(Daughter) A Throw-Up! You know. It&#39;s red and you eat it? &lt;br&gt;
(Daddy) Oh, a Fruit Roll-up! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/843183829999984201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/11/couple-letters-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/843183829999984201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/843183829999984201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/11/couple-letters-off.html' title='A Couple Letters Off'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-274681867655560607</id><published>2011-10-28T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T08:52:36.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation About Star Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width=&quot;420&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/GVkP2wVKEuc&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/274681867655560607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/10/conversation-about-star-wars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/274681867655560607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/274681867655560607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/10/conversation-about-star-wars.html' title='Conversation About Star Wars'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/GVkP2wVKEuc/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-1445443762520398782</id><published>2011-09-01T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T14:50:30.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Information That Would Have Been Useful...</title><content type='html'>Daughter: My tummy hurts really bad!&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy: What&#39;s the matter? &amp;nbsp;Do you feel like you&#39;re going to get sick?&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: No, I think it&#39;s the marble I ate.&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy: +Calls Doctor+&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor: Take her to the E.R.&lt;br /&gt;
+X-Rays show no sign of a marble+&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy: They said they didn&#39;t find a marble, when did you swallow it?&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: Tonight.&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy: I don&#39;t understand. &amp;nbsp;Who was watching you when you ate it?&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy: You haven&#39;t been to Grandma&#39;s in over a month! &amp;nbsp;Does your tummy even still hurt?&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: Nope!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1445443762520398782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/09/information-that-would-have-been-useful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/1445443762520398782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/1445443762520398782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/09/information-that-would-have-been-useful.html' title='Information That Would Have Been Useful...'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-543633788576617498</id><published>2011-08-06T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T08:01:26.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Want to Win...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daddy: Who wants a moped ride?&lt;br&gt;
Both Kids: I do! &lt;br&gt;
Daddy: Okay,&amp;#160; I&#39;m thinking of a number between 1 and 20.&lt;br&gt;
Daughter: All numbers! &lt;br&gt;
Daddy: No baby you have to pick one. &lt;br&gt;
Daughter: Which one? &lt;br&gt;
Daddy: Any number between 1 and 20.&amp;#160; As in, 1, 2... 19, 20.&lt;br&gt;
Daughter: No Dad, which number will make me win! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/543633788576617498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-just-want-to-win.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/543633788576617498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/543633788576617498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-just-want-to-win.html' title='I Just Want to Win...'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-9013074694420370093</id><published>2011-07-12T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T08:10:33.294-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ninjas"/><title type='text'>Ninja Attribution</title><content type='html'>Setting: Sitting down for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter:  Daddy, you&#39;re not a ninja.&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: Alright!&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: Daddy, I&#39;m sorry, but I&#39;m not a ninja either.&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: Oh!  Why not?&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: Well, ninjas need to be able to do flip fronts and flip backs.  And you can&#39;t do either of those.&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy:  Yeah, I guess you&#39;re right.&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter:  I only know one real ninja.&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy:  Oh yeah?  Who is that?&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter:  ...me...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9013074694420370093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/07/ninja-attribution.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/9013074694420370093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/9013074694420370093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/07/ninja-attribution.html' title='Ninja Attribution'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-8212258403351627594</id><published>2011-06-28T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:16:57.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beast Movie pt2</title><content type='html'>Scene Setter: Read this &lt;a href=&quot;http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/beast-movie.html&quot;&gt;first&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;We&#39;re watching the horrible 3rd&amp;nbsp;sequel&amp;nbsp;to Free Willy. &amp;nbsp;It features a pirate&amp;nbsp;amusement&amp;nbsp;park.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;I like it when that guy gets in the pirate ship!&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: Yeah that&#39;s funny, isn&#39;t it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Daughter stops smiling turns to me:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: I said pirate ship...not Holy Sh#t. &amp;nbsp;Pirate ShiP. &amp;nbsp;Pirate SHIP! &amp;nbsp;Not Holy Sh##.&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: Ok honey. &amp;nbsp;No need to clarify that.&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;I just want you to know I&#39;m not saying the bad word.&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: Mission accomplished.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8212258403351627594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/06/beast-movie-pt2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/8212258403351627594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/8212258403351627594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/06/beast-movie-pt2.html' title='The Beast Movie pt2'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-8601780114619722656</id><published>2011-06-28T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:05:39.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Stuff</title><content type='html'>Daughter: Dad, do snakes move faster, or turtles?&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: um...snakes move faster.&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: Oh, do snakes move faster than Cracker-diles?&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: what&#39;s a crackerdile?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8601780114619722656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/06/cute-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/8601780114619722656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/8601780114619722656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/06/cute-stuff.html' title='Cute Stuff'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-6326656222987228091</id><published>2011-02-23T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:12:07.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Ninja Kick pt 2</title><content type='html'>After hurting herself two times by trying to flip around the living room:&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: &amp;nbsp;Look, you can&#39;t be a ninja if you keep hurting yourself all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: Look I can do a flip back (back flip for those of you who don&#39;t talk Sophia)&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t want you to hurt....&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;OWWWWE (painful groan resulting after she bangs her hips into the coffee table)&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m sorry, but you are going to bed now. &amp;nbsp;I told you not to be acting like a ninja any more!&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: BUT I WANT TO BE A NINJA! &amp;nbsp;I can&#39;t play Black Cops (Call of Duty: Black Opts) now?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6326656222987228091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-ninja-kick-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/6326656222987228091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/6326656222987228091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-ninja-kick-pt-2.html' title='On a Ninja Kick pt 2'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-6758163619210937502</id><published>2011-02-23T14:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:06:18.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Ninja Kick recently</title><content type='html'>Daughter: When I get to grandma&#39;s house, can I show her my ninja skills?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6758163619210937502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-ninja-kick-recently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/6758163619210937502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/6758163619210937502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-ninja-kick-recently.html' title='On a Ninja Kick recently'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-7223166072819564742</id><published>2011-02-23T14:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:04:30.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody is growing up!</title><content type='html'>Daughter: Mom! &amp;nbsp;Ken doesn&#39;t need his shirt on, he looks very pretty without his shirt!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7223166072819564742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/somebody-is-growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/7223166072819564742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/7223166072819564742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/somebody-is-growing-up.html' title='Somebody is growing up!'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-6705246085244560567</id><published>2011-01-30T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:40:13.184-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="None"/><title type='text'>Little Early?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Daughter: Daddy?&amp;nbsp; Can we start my driving lessons?&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6705246085244560567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/6705246085244560567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/6705246085244560567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-early.html' title='Little Early?'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-4811954791158393935</id><published>2011-01-14T16:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T16:19:43.106-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="None"/><title type='text'>He-Man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Daughter: I want to watch my favorite show!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: What show is that?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: ya know.&amp;nbsp; The one that says &quot;By the power of grey balls!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4811954791158393935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/he-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/4811954791158393935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/4811954791158393935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/he-man.html' title='He-Man?'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-1659889231860764741</id><published>2010-12-17T08:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T08:49:33.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JT on the Radio</title><content type='html'>Daughter: Is this Percy Jackson singing this song?&lt;div&gt;Daddy: no honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daughter: &amp;nbsp;Is it Micheal Jackson?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy: &amp;nbsp;How do you know the name Micheal Jackson?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daughter: &amp;nbsp;He sings the song with the monsters dancing. &amp;nbsp;And Percy Jackson kills monsters.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1659889231860764741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/12/jt-on-radio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/1659889231860764741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/1659889231860764741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/12/jt-on-radio.html' title='JT on the Radio'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-6275294766400226800</id><published>2010-12-17T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T08:47:23.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Hour Trip</title><content type='html'>1)&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: DADDY!&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: Can we play &#39;Rocker, Paper, Snissors?&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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2)&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: DADDY!&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: IT SMELLSA STINKY IN HERE!&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: Yes it does!&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;I farted...hehehe</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6275294766400226800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/12/3-hour-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/6275294766400226800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/6275294766400226800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/12/3-hour-trip.html' title='3 Hour Trip'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-3270350876470519474</id><published>2010-11-22T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:05:15.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents Day</title><content type='html'>Grandma: What do you want for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: Cereal.&lt;br /&gt;
* Cereal is prepared and delivered.&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;I want eggs.&lt;br /&gt;
Grandma: &amp;nbsp;Sorry, but you need to finish your cereal first, because that is what you asked for.&lt;br /&gt;
*Turns dramatically to grandpa&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;We have a awkward problem Grandpa.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3270350876470519474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/grandparents-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/3270350876470519474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/3270350876470519474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/grandparents-day.html' title='Grandparents Day'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-281549436907035691</id><published>2010-11-16T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T10:21:18.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 AM Randomness</title><content type='html'>* 4 AM&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Daughter: &amp;nbsp;Daddy, Daddy, DADDY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy: &amp;nbsp;Yes! &amp;nbsp;What&#39;s Wrong?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daughter: &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m not wearing any pants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy: &amp;nbsp;...ok...? &amp;nbsp;Why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daughter: &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy: &amp;nbsp;Did you pee your bed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daughter: No, I have to pee right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy: &amp;nbsp;Then go pee, get some pants on, and go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I hear the bathroom door open. &amp;nbsp;Then a toilet flushes. &amp;nbsp;Then nothing for a min. &amp;nbsp;Then I hear foot steps in the hallway. &amp;nbsp;I looked up and she&#39;s standing in the doorway with the bathroom light at her back, staring at the living room.&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: &amp;nbsp;Boo, everything ok?&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;Yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/281549436907035691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/4-am-randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/281549436907035691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/281549436907035691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/4-am-randomness.html' title='4 AM Randomness'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-6608550945216101047</id><published>2010-11-09T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T08:41:23.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon Cuteness</title><content type='html'>*Driving down the road at night&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;DADDY! &amp;nbsp;The moon is following us!&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: &amp;nbsp;Yeah, that&#39;s what it looks like right?!&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;I never touched the moon. &amp;nbsp;Will I ever touch the Moon?&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m not sure baby! &amp;nbsp;Maybe someday.&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;Is the moon a boy or a girl.&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s a rock.&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;Oh. &amp;nbsp;So is it a boy rock or a girl rock.&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: It&#39;s just a rock honey.&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;It drives fast like you daddy, cause it&#39;s still following us.&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: &amp;nbsp;Well it just looks like it&#39;s following us, because it&#39;s so far away.&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;What kind of car does the moon drive?&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: ...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6608550945216101047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/moon-cuteness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/6608550945216101047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/6608550945216101047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/moon-cuteness.html' title='Moon Cuteness'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-3521219028999670237</id><published>2010-11-09T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T08:38:15.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This how all little girls are?</title><content type='html'>Daughter: &amp;nbsp;Lets Fight!&lt;div&gt;*Runs away and comes back with two swords&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy: Ok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Massive sword fight ensues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daughter: (*Pouty Lipped) Daddy...I want to kill you....Let me kill you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3521219028999670237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-how-all-little-girls-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/3521219028999670237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/3521219028999670237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-how-all-little-girls-are.html' title='This how all little girls are?'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-6855286187901541227</id><published>2010-11-03T15:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:15:27.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice is where?</title><content type='html'>Daddy: &amp;nbsp;What do you want to watch on Netflix?&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know.&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: &amp;nbsp;Oh I see Alice in Wonderland is on the instant stream now!&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;Yeah, I want to watch Alice in Underwear.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6855286187901541227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/alice-is-where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/6855286187901541227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/6855286187901541227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/alice-is-where.html' title='Alice is where?'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-1263359196147074262</id><published>2010-11-02T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T11:47:31.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Daughter Date</title><content type='html'>Daddy: &amp;nbsp;Yay, Boo, we are here for our daddy daughter date!&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;No. &amp;nbsp;Not Bread Company.&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: &amp;nbsp;Why not.&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;They don&#39;t have daughters there.&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: &amp;nbsp;What?&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;Listen to what I am saying! &amp;nbsp;We not go to St. Louis Bread Company - they don&#39;t have daughters there!&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: &amp;nbsp;Whatcha talking about?&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;OHHHHH (angrily). &amp;nbsp;They don&#39;t have donuts there.&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: &amp;nbsp;So no donuts means that we can&#39;t have a daddy daughter date?&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;Are you listening to me or what?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1263359196147074262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/daddy-daughter-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/1263359196147074262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/1263359196147074262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/daddy-daughter-date.html' title='Daddy Daughter Date'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871592162608046310.post-2490994521111615501</id><published>2010-10-14T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T07:39:13.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frogs do what?</title><content type='html'>Scene: &amp;nbsp;Daddy and daughter, driving back home. &amp;nbsp;We were not talking about frogs.&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;Daddy? &amp;nbsp;Do frogs bite?&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: No honey.&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;We frogs do come in to the bathroom while I pee.&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;And they pee on me.&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;And the pee gets on my face.&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;And it goes in my nose.&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;And then it turns me into a boy.&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;And then I&#39;ll get really old.&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: umm...&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter: &amp;nbsp;Is that crazy?&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: &amp;nbsp;ummm....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2490994521111615501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/frogs-do-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/2490994521111615501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871592162608046310/posts/default/2490994521111615501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsmydaughterdoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/frogs-do-what.html' title='Frogs do what?'/><author><name>Topher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11852372434004931650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wX0WTOGtgzI/THUwD7D0NkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wJqtef83ayU/S220/8-25-2010+9-59-22+AM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>