The Alligator

Ever since we got here on Saturday, Molly has asked us numerous times to go see the "alligator." Brian and I could never understand what she was talking about. We couldn't remember stopping anywhere that had one. So, finally, to appease her, we said ok, we'll go see the alligator, knowing full well that we still had no idea what she was talking about. So, last night, as we were walking down the hall on our way to the car, she kept walking while we turned down the hall. I said, "Molly, where are you going?" She said, "I want to see the alligator." Then, the light bulb went off.... the ELEVATOR! She wanted to ride the elevator. I tried to sound out the word so she could say it correctly, but it came out EH-VE-VA-YER. So, we let her say alligator, because we think it is so stinkin' cute.