Two nights ago I was reading a computer magazine while MDF was eating her snack. On the cover it has a picture of two dueling robots to advertise the main story about the “virus wars.” Of course MDF wanted to know what it was, and I told her it was a robot. After a few tries the best she could do was “ba’dat,” but she was enthused to be discussing Daddy’s magazine (or so it seemed).

Then yesterday morning she spotted the magazine on my desk and wanted to know about the “ba’dat” again…