Setting: Miss M., the Baron and I are snuggled in bed, reading about a kid who had a bad dream.*
Me: *pointing to the illustrations of the robots and monsters in the dream*: They don’t look so scary. See, they’re smiling.
Miss M.: But, Mom! Those are wicked grins!**
Doh! Of course, the bad guys are leering evilly. How silly of me.
*That would be The Berenstain Bears and the Bad Dream
**She’s six, reading voraciously, and picking up all kinds of phrases and vocabulary that are not part of our everyday conversation. ***
***Oh, and she just came to tell me she heard a sound like a tarantula scraping against a pipe. O.o
Very, very smart little girl.
Yes, I’m glad she knows that not all smiles are friendly!
Important thing to know!
Haha. She must be your daughter!
I’m glad to know that experience has proved that there was no baby mix-up at the hospital.
Miss M sounds a very bright little person!
Watch out for that tarantula though
Yeah. O.o
Love this! Feels just like my house.
Love the imagination and sparkle kids bring!