sugar and spice and crap and ducks
I got a Tamagotchi (, now that I think about it, doesn't make sense; there is no "tchi" symbol in Japanese...) today. One of those new(?) music ones. My little-turned-big-in-a-day Noe! eats, poops, and plays music. Well... she eats when she's feeling particularly unpicky, she poops on the floor (and gets mad at me when I put her in timeout for it, the brat), and she plays bad music.
See, this is why I want a son.