Indeed cuckoo

I miss the pre-cheese days, where every photo was candid.

In accordance with daily ritual, Lyla removed her shoes and socks in the car and stuffed her hands in the socks.

"Hi Dada."

"Hi Lyla."

Then: "Owie, Dada."

"You have an owie? Where?"

"Owie foot. Tiss it."

"I'm not going to kiss your foot."

"TISS IT!"

"Lyla, you're asking me to turn around while driving the car, contort my body so my lips can reach your stank-ridden bare foot, all for an owie that completely healed four months ago."

"Yeah."

"The layers of absurdity boggle the mind."

Then she announced that tick tock, tick tock, she was a little cuckoo clock.

Indeed.