You’ve been invited to one afternoon of listening to Madison. This was all random things that she shot out at me while I scrapbooked.
“Mama, what’s under the ground?”
“When will I grow up?” (wish I knew) “What am I gonna be when I grow up? I think I’ll just put my kids in a daycare!”
“It’s freezing outside!” (70*)
“I should do school but I always get it messed up and have to unrace it.”
“What should we pray for? …. Those old sick people at church?” ()
“When I grow up I’m not gonna drive or scrapbook. I’m gonna make my kids do it. Why don’t you make your kids do that stuff? You should!” (hint hint)
“Preston’s pretty smart, but I have more friends then he does.”
“You can milk goats because they have udders!”
“Everytime I see Freida, I’m gonna say, “Hi Freida!”
“My grandpa has gobs of land. Do we have gobs of land?”
“How old is Grandma? Carrie Grandma! Can we go to her party? I want them to have whistles at her party. The kind that blow out and unroll when you blow them. And hats too. Cakes too. And popcorn!”
“I’m so ticked the Browns won.” ()
“If girls were made of sugar and spice the boys would just eat them.”
Come visit sometime.