Candy's Column
Nine Months
Happy nine-month birthiversary, Miss Skye. You sure have come a long way since, say, your nine-day birthiversary:
I know, right? Who IS that kid? Now you’re playing Peek-a-Boo, crawling across the room faster than I can yell, “Spit out that kitty kibble!”, smiling flirtatiously at any stranger who pays attention to you (Attention monger. Wonder where you get THAT from? *Ahem*) and babbling nonstop like Courtney Love, only more coherent.
I say this as a completely objective professional: You’re the best.
