10:24 p.m. Gracie lying in between Jake and I in bed with her arms folded across her chest. "Well guys, what are we going to do today?" Me- "We are going to bed Grace." Grace- "Well that doesn't sound like much fun."
10:26 p.m. Grace-"ZZzzzzzzz" And she is out!
So after being called a "syphilis donut" by Grace the other day, and then laughing hysterically afterwards, she is now trying to concoct new outlandish names to call me so she can make me laugh more. She is also asking me strange questions such as; "Do you have gonads Mom?" "Nope Grace, I wasn't standing in the gonad line in heaven, missed that one completely. Thanks for asking though."
Two days ago Grace was standing right in front of my face with her hands clear down the back of her pants scratching her hiney (a.k.a. her butt). When I told her to get her hands out of her pants she replied "But my hiney is just so darn itchy. This is the itchiest hiney day ever." Good to know Grace.
I realize how totally random this post is. But then, so is Gracie. I am sure that like my own thoughts, the things she says are somehow connected and make sense. They just don't come out that way!
