Sunday morning:
Alyssa: "I had a bad nightmare!""
Alyssa: "I had a bad nightmare!""
Me: "What about?"
Alyssa: "Rotten food!"
Sunday afternoon:
(Alyssa had fallen asleep on her way to church. When I got her out of the car seat, she jerked awake and said...)
Alyssa: "I wasn't asleep, I was just dreaming of food."
Me: "What kind of food?"
Alyssa: "Pizza and Grapes."
Alyssa: "Rotten food!"
Sunday afternoon:
(Alyssa had fallen asleep on her way to church. When I got her out of the car seat, she jerked awake and said...)
Alyssa: "I wasn't asleep, I was just dreaming of food."
Me: "What kind of food?"
Alyssa: "Pizza and Grapes."
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2 comments:
oosh!!!
excellent!! I think she should be invited to talk in sacrament.
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