It's cold: Annieisms

AH has been full of insightful comments lately.

The girl talks 24/7 (365).

All.  The.  Time.

I Facebooked the first delight of this week:

"B-a-k-e-r-y. That spells restaurant that gots cookies."

Truth.

This morning it was cold.  

Bone shatteringly.

Getting in the car, she panics.  Is wailing.  Losing it.

I finally get it out of her:

"THERE IS SMOKE COMING OUT OF MY FACE!!!"

Three.  It's funny.

(Yes, it was cold, yes you can see your breath.  Try not laughing at that one)