Into the lion's den

Ask Lyla what a lion says, and she'll say "ROAR." It's quite intimidating. Like, she'd kick Simba's ass.

As you can see from the above photo, I forgot about taking a photo of the young lady until after she was in bed. So I crept up there while an Australian and/or British safari guide whisper-narrated in my mind: "What we have here is a fatheris stupidis. Watch him tiptoe into the lair of the ferocious wildebaby and try to get a picture. Shh, there he goes with the door. And...he got it without waking her up. How splendid!"

In other news, Lyla is learning that Sesame Street characters all have different names. For the longest time, she has called them all Elmo. We have a Zoe puppet, who is a newer character that the Street created to appeal to girls since all the other monsters are boys except for Big Bird, who is a hermaphrodite. To Lyla, Zoe is Elmo, which I imagine to Zoe is confusing indeed.

But Lyla learned Bert the other day, and we're very excited. So now every character is Elmo except for the pointy-headed yellow dude with the unibrow. He's "Buht."