little grace

5/7/07

there's this little girl at my house. her name is grace and she doesn't talk so much as sing-song words. my sarcasm doesn't bother her. she just keeps asking questions. what is this? what's it for? i say, "it's for hitting yourself in the head" and she says "ooOooOoooh."

i was brushing my teeth in the bathroom and she was playing on the scale. grace: i weigh 40 pounds! me: how much do you think i weigh? grace: 100! me: no, more grace: 200! me: um... grace: 800! me: woah, now. grace: 100 years old!

still can't figure out if i like kids or not. i'm torn.