A goodie from the past...
When Aria was 4, maybe 5, she woke up from a nightmare one night. Apparently the world was overrun by
alien pickles that could turn people into pickles by touching them. She
was telling me how she was saving a little girl from an alien pickle
and then she mumbled something about vinegar baths. When I asked her
what the heck the vinegar baths had to do with it all, she looked at me
like I was silly and said, "Mom, that's how the alien pickles clean
themselves." Then she drifted off to sleep murmuring, "I guess I'm the
savior of the world."
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