Today is the seventh birthday of the youngest daughter (aka the Lunatic).

In her honor, and in honor of her elder sister who turned nine last Saturday,  I post this old favorite:

I identify with the lemonade guy more and more with each passing day because this is entirely how those two operate.  Indeed, what with their snippy eldest sister, there is a certain Groucho/Chico/Harpo thread that pervades my entire domestic life.

BTW, I was quite pleased by Mrs. P’s recent remark that the Lunatic was going to marry a billionaire some day.  Saves me a whole lot of worry about how I’m every going to get enough dosh together to retire!