Today, my daughter, who will be four at the end of May, had two funny observations.
1. "Your eyes are very green, " she says as she chews her cheeseburger. She then adds, "Just like a pickle."
2. While discussing birthdays she comes up with these four thoughts one after another: "I like white cake. It is white like the snow. There could be snow on my cake. I like to eat snow."
I think she is pure poetry today.
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2 comments:
She is pure poetry. Oh, I'm never going to eat a pickle again without thinking about your eyes.
ROFL
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