I think I've been letting Reagan watch too many Kipper episodes. It is such a sweet cartoon series that whenever she asks for it, I find it hard to say, "No." You see, Kipper is a dog. A British dog. He has a friend named Pig.
The other day, Reagan came up to me and said, "Mommy, you are a Pig." Luckily for Reagan, I had been listening to her playing conversation for some time, so I promptly responded, "Why thank you Kipper." She proceeded to ask me, "Pig, have you seen my torch?"
I almost burst into laughter because we had just bought her a brand new flashlight, but to her it was called a torch. I managed to respond, "Why, no, Kipper. What is that you have?"
"Oh," said Kipper, "this is my clunker." Reagan showed me a little ribbon tied around a small bow. "You see," she continued in a very British accent, "if you have a clunker, and I have a clunker then we can play a game."
"Well that sounds rather nice," I responded. "Yes," said Kipper, "rather." Then she skipped off to her room to continue her search for her torch. I heard her say to Georgie, "Arnold (that's another one of Kippers friends), would you like to play clunkers?"
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