Grace: "Mommy, why do look like that?"
Me: "Why do I look like what?"
Grace: "Not good, you need to brush your hair. I like your feet but not your hair."
Neither of the girls slept good last night; must've been something to do with the crazy moon;) Grace kept saying she was "itchy" and Madi just couldn't sleep. Grace and I were up in the middle of the night and here are some of her random thoughts from the night...
"Mommy, what do zebras eat?"
"Mommy, what will my be when I a grown up? A soccer player. After I be a big sister to Wyatt then I be a soccer player."
"How are those little ants doing?" (we had a few ants coming in yesterday; she was on guard all day)
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