while visiting with my two-and-a-half-year-old friend:

sometimes right after little zoobie wakes up from the nap that she's now fighting against with every fiber of her being we watch curious george. or madagascar. madagascar 2, that is. for thirty minutes. that's what she's allowed. and she drinks her milk. and we both eat her pirate booty and letter crackers (if there is one food group i could subsist on it would be that of children's snacks). and yesterday as we sat on her parents bed watching madagascar, her smooshed up against the oversized white pillows and me hearing the movie for the first time, i was struck by this:

Listen Moto Moto. You better treat this lady like a queen because you my friend, you found yourself the perfect women. If I was ever so lucky to find the perfect women I would give her flowers everyday and not just any flowers, okay? Her favorites are orchids, white, and breakfast in bed... six loaves of wheat toast with butter on both sides, no crust. The way she likes it. I'd be her shoulder to cry on and her best friend and I'd spend everyday trying to think of how to make her laugh. She has the most, most amazing laugh. Well that's what I would do if were you.

all of it coming out of the mouth of a giraffe. 

it was awesome. worth seeing the film just for that. 

(ps: if the man i end up doesn't think i'm the most beautiful or the smartest or even the most fun, so be it. but heaven help me, i sure as heck hope he'd follow me to the ends of the earth for my laugh).