Raspberries

My gorgeous daughter loves raspberries. Not the red, delicious summer treat that is just out of season now. The kind where you purse your lips together, stick your tongue through the middle and blow.

It was cute. For a while.

Now, she does it almost constantly. And since I'm home alone, I've tried to make it entertaining by asking her some of the questions that might plague me on a given day.

Me: "Maeve, what do you think about the long term prospects for resolving our debt crisis?"

Maeve: (raspberry)

Me: "Brazil seems to have a pretty casual attitude about its infrastructure problems with both the World Cup and Olympics coming in the next 5 years. Do you think they'll be ready?"

Maeve: (raspberry)

Me: "Hey, the NFL Lockout is over. Are you excited about this season?"

Maeve: (raspberry)

Me: "Knowing what we know now, would you ever rob Alex Trebek?

Maeve: (raspberry)

Me: "Yeah. Me, either."