We're not trashy. We recycle.

I was brushing my teeth this morning. Turned my back for a second…and Bean had climbed from the baby armchair up onto the ottoman. And was sitting there grinning. “Are you so proud of yourself?” I asked through the toothpaste foam. She clinched her fists, raised them in the air — waving them back and forth in that universal, “I did it” way and said, “All-rye! All-rye! All-rye!” Translation: “I’m so much smarter than you and you’re screwed!”