When Dora’s Backpack so clearly has a functioning mouth (with which to sing that catchy “backpack, backpack” song), why does she say, “Yum, yum, yum, delicioso!” as all the stuff goes back in through the top of her head?
Why is that the thing that bothers me about a talking backpack who regurgitates umbrellas, crayons, and sticky tape?
Apple and Orange are 8 1/2 months old. How is it possible that we are still straightening out insurance claims from their birth (and some from prenatal ultrasounds!)? In one case, the insurace company denied a claim for Apple’s part of an ultrasound because it was a “duplicate” — apparently the other 90 kajillion twin claims somehow escaped that representative’s attention. In another case, the hospital billed us repeatedly for a service provided to Orange, while Apple’s account had an identical credit. This is to be expected to some extent, I suppose. Twins aren’t all that common. Still, 8 1/2 months? Really?