My dear Emma. Miss math superstar. She test crazy above her peers, loves algebra (yes, she's just 9) and can find a medium/mean/mode like speed demon. Yet a few days ago she sporadically ask me, "Mom, is 7 million dollars a lot of money?"
Marianna, ohhhhh Marianna...you have graced our family in so many ways. I am constinently amazed how you take the credit for wrong doings when Hope is around. You're such a good friend. And I hear you're moving in with us? Awesome. Tell Tomtee and Tuteah we said hello.
POLKA DOT. A phrase I will yell out loud while driving down the road when I see a school bus...and no one else in the car with me.
Helping Hope dry off after her bath, she yells, "AHHH HANK!" After just tending a few weeks ago to this old dog's medical issues of a gross messy matter, I quickly turn around to see what was disturbing this time. uh, nothing.....he was just laying there. So I direct myself back to Hope and inquire why the freaking out about the dog. She told me, "he's naked!!! He should put some clothes on so we don't have to look at him naked!"
And one more random dialog.....
Emma: I love this song. I want to learn to play it on my guitar.
Adam: We can probably find the music on the Internet. You don't have to wait on Jake (her guitar teacher)
Hope: Jake from State Farm?!...
Sometimes these random day-to-day things bounce all over the insides of my itty-bitty brain, so please excuse my jumping around.
And speaking of jumping around, this happened a while back.....