Daughter: "Daddy, I wanna go to the steak place with the clams." Cassie: "I didn't know you liked clams, girlie? Kenova: "I guess you could say she digs clams. She's a 'clam-digger'. " Cassie: *smacks Kenova* Cassie: "I'm glad you like clams, girlie. Seafood is good for you." Kenova: "...yes. Yes it is. Just ask your Mommy. She knows alllll about clams." Cassie: *smacks Kenova* At Outback, eating clam chowder: Daughter: "Daddy, where do they get the clams?" Kenova: "In wet places. Clams need to be kept wet." Daughter: "Then how do you dig for them?" Kenova: "..." Cassie: *smacks Kenova* Cassie: *clips the baby-leash...er...'tethered bookbag' to our toddler* Daughter: "Mommy, I wanna hold John's collar!" Cassie: *wince* "Uhm...do you mean his leash, honey?" Daughter: "That too! 'cause...
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