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"i can haz corn cobb pipe?" by Crystal Chroma

Little Miss Seattlest mostly watches Yo Gabba Gabba! and Pixar movies (on weekends), so she was thrilled to stay up late and watch the election with her parents. Obama's already delivering big happiness to her life. He also, apparently, has a fun name to say.

"Why is that green thing in the street?" Little Miss Seattlest asked us recently. "It's for bicycles," we replied. But we'd have been mystified (putting green? guerrilla ad?) if we hadn't read Erica C. Barnett's lament about how they weren't working. Today's "Getting There" column in the P-I repeats our daughter's question. "They signal to turning motorists that bicyclists might be in the bike lane," explains Eric Widstrand, Seattle's traffic operations manager. Of course, a signal only works if people actually understand it, and even Widstrand admits people don't know what the mats are for. Next on the city's honey-do list: Install signs to explain. Brilliant! You're driving, you're confused by the weird green thing in the street, you search for a handy explanatory sign, you figure it out, and you rear-end the FedEx truck in front of you because you've been looking everywhere but where you're going for the last 30 seconds. Even if we hadn't just read Traffic, we'd have to question exactly how a sign is going to clarify anything.

Every morning, we feature a favorite shot from the Seattlest Flickr pool. And every once in a blue moon, we rig the balloting and showcase one of our own photos. Little Miss Seattlest had so much fun at Othello Playground last weekend that we couldn't resist.

We asked, Jeanine Anderson answered: she shared photos from Friday night's pop surrealism opening at Roq La Rue in our Flickr pool. late fauna of north america: who goes to the Roq? Thanks, Jeanine! We managed to snap a couple as well. Here's the crowd at 7:30: And here's Little Miss Seattlest requesting that we stop looking at art or taking pictures and go to dinner (at Marjorie, across the street, which was yum):...

Little Miss Seattlest and her friend ran shrieking through the fields and got satisfyingly dirty. They discussed getting stuck in the muck when the tractor pulling the hayride got, well, stuck in the muck.

We start things off this weekend with a simple two words from Donte: Muthafucking Justice!

Tell him there's about a 1 in 6 chance he'll appear on Jeopardy! in the next couple of years. He'll obsessively check his phone messages the whole time.

Seattlest doesn't go to a lot of concerts -- we never did, and once parenthood embraced us we tend to invest in babysitters for stuff like movies and restaurants. There's less thrill in staying up until 1:30 when you know, no matter what, that 7:00 would be sleeping in.

Some of Seattlest's favorite family members are taking Amtrak to Portland this weekend. Yesterday, they heard through the friend-of-a-friend grapevine that Amtrak wasn't allowing people to check any baggage.

We don't have a lot of parenting pet peeves. Little Miss Seattlest has already picked up our usual response to a lot of great debates: "Whatever."

Back when Seattlest lived in Wallingford, we went to the Fremont branch of the library once a week. We got to know the staff there very well -- hi, Carl! Hi, Joan! Hi, Betty! We served as one of two citizens on the committee that picked the architectural firm that handled the branch's remodel.

One Saturday a few weeks ago, we went to the Rainier Beach library with Little Miss Seattlest. After picking out several books, we were making our way to the circulation desk when one of the librarians behind the public service desk spoke.

"Pretty," she said of Joshua Petker's "There Is a Light that Will Never Go Out."

We long ago accepted that when we left Wisconsin -- even the Milwaukee area -- the word "bubbler" would drop from our vocabulary. Little Miss Seattlest won't use it, and will at best find it a quaint relic of her father's birthstate.

No, we still don't know what caused our 2003 Passat to burn up a couple of weeks ago. Our insurance company, Liberty Mutual, hired an independent investigator to look at the car (they were careful to mention that they don't suspect us of torching it).

In the early '90s, we never guessed that "Groove Is in the Heart" would cross generations. But when DJ Derek Mazzone pumped the peppy sounds of Dee-Lite through the speakers shortly after we arrived at Baby Loves Disco, Little Miss Seattlest channeled Lady Miss Kier, shaking her diapered booty with a vengeance. Baby Loves Disco is a cross-country phenomenon, at least among parents. The line outside Chop Suey at 11:10 Sunday morning testified to...

Urban Craft Uprising has their timing down. Most of the people we talked to at the show were there to do their Christmas shopping. While some diehard craftaholics were doing all of their shopping there, we settled for checking off half the people on our list.

We only got into mangos this year. We're not big tropical fruit fans, so when we got one in one of our first SPUD boxes, we pureed it for our daughter. And that was the first time we confronted the nightmare that is dissecting a mango.

If you don't have kids, stay the hell away from Zoomazium at the Woodland Park Zoo. We say this not just because you won't be let in without a kid (the sign says "no adults without kid supervision" -- get it? Ha! Parent humor), but because your head will likely explode when exposed to toxic levels of prepubescent ruckus.

Why can't more checkout lines be like the one at Fry's?

When it comes to art, Seattlest is in the "we know what we like" camp. We're not unversed in art theory or history, but when you cut to the chase, we want to look at pretty pictures. That's one reason we're so fond of Roq La Rue and now BLVD -- Kirsten Anderson and her cohorts have an eye for pretty that resonates with us.