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)
