"Go get your penguin...er...uh...your...uhm..."
While I was desperately trying to figure out the word for that new pink, birdlike toy that she is currently in love with, I noticed Dixie tearing through the house.
Before I could finally figure out what in the hell that bird's name is, Dixie appears, holding this:
|No worries! I got it!|
Yeah. It's the penguin toy. She picked it out of the 15 stuffed toys scattered through out the house. It's not even her favorite toy. It's River's.
And yet... she got the penguin.
|This is the pink whatchamacallit that showcased Dixie's hidden genius.|
Meanwhile, I couldn't remember... Oh! Flamingo.