Flava Flav got problems of his own

So the kid has managed to collect a few random one-dollar bills, which she'll carry around, pretend to pay for train tickets with, tell you it's "About sixty bucks," etc. When it was two dollars, we were all "Give me my two dollars!" because we can't help ourselves. The collection is now up to six. And every time she counts them up and says "I got six dollars!", either I or Mr. Gleemonex will reflexively say, "You want six dollas for whut?" and the other will say, "Man, you betta ... wash yo' butt."

It's gonna be fun when she repeats THAT at babyschool. Heh.