This is not my Pooh!

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So we're in Friendly's last night with DD sitting on my knee. After a bit she kicks her embroidered Pooh sock off, so we snag it and put it on the table. Less than a minute later she has *that* in hand, banging it on the table.

Rachel's response: "Look honey, she's Nikita Kruschev!"

So diplomacy might not be in her future, but apparently we'll have to bring her to Disneyworld.