May 30, 2013
One of the hallmarks of a Louisiana summer is waking up to windows that are glazed over with condensation.
Today, Baby K noticed this phenomenon for the first time.
â€œWhassaaat?â€� he asked, pointing at the window.
â€œThatâ€™s just water on the window.â€�
â€œMama do that. Mama wash.â€�
â€œHahahaha. No, Mama didnâ€™t wash anything. It just happens by itself.â€�
â€œPapa do that.â€�
â€œNo. Itâ€™s called condensation. No one does it. It just happens.â€�
â€œOla do it.â€�
He thinkâ€™s our cleaning lady is named Ola. Much like the Bluth family thinking their youngest son is named Anyong.
â€œNo baby. Ola didnâ€™t do it.â€�
â€œWho? Oh Carmel?â€�
â€œNo, Carmel didnâ€™t come over this morning to wash our windows.â€�
â€œRight. Letâ€™s go see if Mama is awake yet.â€�