Earlier this week, Atticus took the girls to Omaha, to give me a little time to work at home alone (I love that man.)
They went to the zoo, and last night, Ramona explained to me that she'd heard a presentation, given jointly by two women. One, "The Penguin Lady" explained that ten of the seventeen types of penguins actually prefer warm weather, among other fascinating factoids. The other, "The Parrot Lady" filled them in on her specialty.
"And then," Ramona added, "the parrot lady got pooped on."
"Ewww," I said. "I think I'd rather be the penguin lady."
"I'd rather be the parrot," she said dryly.