Author's Note: I've had a few reviews that said Lily wouldn't be able to do the stuff she does at her age. I just wanted to clear up that there are time lapses in between chapters, but her age is always specified. And also that I am using my cousin as a model for what Lily does. He's one and a half, and he has a lot of words in his vocabulary already. Everything Lily does is quite within the realm of possibility. Trust me, I have a huge family, alot of who are younger than me. I have seen quite a few babies. No matter, here is another chapter!!! (hooray!) sorry for the late update, I had a huge paper due today that I was working on all weekend. Next update will be quicker! (I hope!) Keep reading, and reviewing!

A green one with Foofoo and a leprechaun

"Little bunny Foofoo hopping through the forest, picking up the field mice and bopping them on their heads…" Logan warbled Lily's favorite rhyme pathetically off tune, but the small toddler giggled anyway.

"Ah, I never thought I'd see the day that Yale's king of playboys sung nursery rhymes badly to his two and a half year old daughter." Rory said with a smile as she walked into the room.

"Oh, shuddup." He said with small grin.

"But you haven't even heard the best part! I just got off the phone with Grandmommy Huntzberger. Grandmommy wants to see her snookiepoo for dinner tonight."

"So naturally, you agreed?" He groaned.

"Naturally. Don't worry; Honor and Josh are coming, meaning we get to see our adorable nephew." Rory stressed the word 'adorable', making Logan roll his eyes.

"Ace, are you ever going to forgive Gavin for dropping your purse into the toilet?"

"No."

"Ace, he wasn't even three."

"Lily's never dropped my purse in the toilet." She shot back, pointing.

"But she has dropped your wedding ring, my razor, your cellphone, my ipod and her shoe."

Rory had to laugh at this. She bent down and kissed Logan. "I hate you." She said playfully.

"Oh, I'm so hurt. What would make you love me again?"

"Hmmm, let me think… Ooh, I know! I'd love you if you were a dancing leprechaun! With pink hair! Lily, wouldn't your father make a good dancing leprechaun?"

Lily clapped her hands together.

"Ace, she doesn't even know what a leprechaun is." Logan pointed out.

"Doesn't matter. There's a rule about this, you know – if it has pink hair and dances, it's definitely a good thing. And Lily knows what pink is and what dancing is, so ha."

Logan rolled his eyes. "Sometimes I wonder how you come up with this kind of stuff…"

"It's genetic."

"I figured. So we have to go to their house tonight?"

"No way out of it. I tried. We have to be there, dressed and on our best behavior, in three hours, meaning go take a shower, I'll dress Lily."

"Ace, we have three hours."

"I know, I wish we had more time to dress, too."

"No, I meant we don't need to start getting ready now."

Rory snorted and held out her hand to Lily, who took it and stood up.

"Come on, Sweets, we have to get you ready to go to Grandmother and Grandfather's house, how fun!" Rory tried to sound enthusiastic for Lily's benefit, but failed miserably.

Together they walked into Lily's room and Lily pulled herself onto the toddler bed that had recently replaced the crib.

"Ok…" Rory started, walking into Lily's closet. "Here's how this is going to work. I'm going to pull out some outfits, you nod. Got it? Good."

She walked out with an armful of dresses that she put on a chair. The first one she held up was light purple, with puffy sleeves and a silky purple belt. Lily shook her head. A polka-dotted orange one got the same shake of a head. So did a blue one and a pink one. Finally, Rory pulled out a green silk dress with a puffy skirt. Lily nodded enthusiastically, so Rory brought it to her.

"I think you have a pair of socks this colour, Lily. Can you get them, please?" Rory pointed to the wicker basket full of socks near the door. She had recently decided that Lily needed to start learning to dress herself, and had placed wicker baskets with various articles of clothing throughout the room. A bin of socks, a case of hair bows, a shelf of shoes, and so on.

Rory sat herself down on the bed until Lily came back, socks in… mouth. She was crawling on all fours, two green frilly socks hanging between her teeth.

"Lily!" Rory called. "Socks in hands!"

Lily crawled over to Rory and dropped the socks onto the floor. "Woof!" She said happily.

"Oh, you're pretending to be a dog?"

"Woof!"

"Does this have anything to do with Daddy reading you the puppy book?"

"Woof!" She said as she nodded. "Puppy cawed Foofoo!" She added as an afterthought.

Suddenly a thought struck Rory like a pound of bricks dropping from an eighteen story building.

"Logan!" Rory called into the hall, "Come here please!"

"Yesh?" Logan walked in with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"When you were reading Lily that book about the Happy Little Puppy, did you by chance promise to buy her a dog?" She asked slowly.

Logan swallowed the toothpaste in his mouth and looked at his wife, who was staring at him with death in her eyes. "Um… Maybe?" He responded, fearing for his life.