I think we need some new nicknames. It's beginning to sound like the girls run with Al Capone or something. Today in the kitchen I walked past the trash can and sniffed and said in passing to EB, "Whew, stinky."
EB was sitting at her little table drawing. "No, that's Stinky," she said, gesturing in Lula's direction without looking up. "I'm Chubbs."
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