I sat down to update the blog and Lyla was playing on the other side of the room. It went a little something like this...
Lyla: So you are the Principal of the United States?
Other Lyla: Well kinda.
Lyla: What do you mean, kinda, there is no kinda about it.
Other Lyla: Well my parents said I am, but they didn't really vote about it.
Of course Other Lyla has a totally different voice that sounds a little like an old western cowboy. Now she is singing again and on to other games.
