NerkyGrrl

“Duck, go through there.”

Mom needs more clothes for work.
“I go shopping!”

“One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Twelve.
Fourteen.
Fourteen.
Fourteen.
Fourteen.
Fourteen…”

Ergh. By the time I get into this box, I’m going to need a band aid.

Gramma’s getting on a plane to go home this morning. Now how will we know what all the plants are?

“I wanna go on plane, too!”

Tom, when are you and Gramma going to be done eating and come play with me? It’s Gaaaame Night!

No no no, Declan. Farmer Jones’ horse does not have a brogue.

See, if you pluck the tail feathers very carefully, the dragon doesn’t wake up and EAT YOUR FACE!