Sometimes the things my child says still take me by surprise, even after all these years. I've finally regained my composure long enough to wipe the tears of laughter from my eyes so I can share these tasty tid-bits with all of you...
"Please mama, please promise...you have to PROMISE you won't get mad..."
About what? What could a 10 year old with a conscience of steel who spends almost every waking moment with her parents, have to confess? I brace myself.
"...if I grow up and become a famous author and end up writing a genre you don't like."
"If an apple was wearing an apron it would say 'Kiss The Cooked.' Get it? CookED? COOKED? I know, right?!?!?"
"I have so many ideas and start so many projects, but I hardly ever finish any of them. I just get another good idea before the last one is done. At this rate, I feel like I'll never get any of the jobs I really want. I'll end up just doing odd jobs. You know, like sweeping up after the circus."
"Hey. Are you writing about me? Wait. Now you're writing what I'm saying now. And now you're doing it again! Fine, tell all your friends, but make sure they don't steal any of my ideas. Also, I need to read that as soon as you publish. Gotta make sure you don't make me sound too deluded."