Keianna comes into the kitchen, "Mommy, I'm a purple rubber band."
I reply, "You're a what?"
Keianna, matter of factly (and with exacting enunciation, so I'll understand this time), "I am a purple rubber band."
Intrigued, I ask, "Why are you a purple rubber band?"
She looks at me with patient bewilderment. "I just am. I've been one all week.."
Um... Ok.

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Friday, August 29, 2008 - purple rubber band
Is there a chance She has been using a glass or something with a purple rubber band on it to identify it as hers?
Grumpy Dave