Phoebe is Tarzan.

Or at least that's what she keeps telling everyone. We went to a birthday party held in a children's playground last Sunday (what a brilliant idea - we'll see if we can do the same) and she spent much of her time either clinging to a rope or beating her chest while performing her own version of the Ape-Man's familar yodel. Emily, however, is not as encouraging as she might be of Phoebe's dreams.

Phoebe: "Emily, do I look like Tarzan?"
Emily: "No, Phoebe, you look like Pumba."
Phoebe: [Sadly] "But Pumba's a pig. And he smells."
Emily: [Sorry that Phoebe's sad] "That doesn't matter, because he's the very good friend of Timon!"
Both: "Yayyyyyy!!!!"