conversations with Miss M.

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

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