Sunday, July 12, 2009
Julia was eating a snack of fruit Cheerios before bed and said "My mouth is like the attic" Perplexed, I asked her to explain.
"My tongue is the stairs (we have pull-down attic stairs)
The Cheerio is like the box
My mouth is the attic."
I think perhaps we have put too many boxes in the attic. She's getting ideas in her head.