Spilly's grandparents visited us for the weekend, and this morning we took them to Flapjacks for the Flapjack Experience. As it involves a drive through the countryside, Spilly had many opportunities to hold court from her car seat. The following is a smattering of what we heard going on back there.
1. Don't worry, little hermit crab, you can have a new home in my shoe.
2. Sanjaya, shh, I'm going to tell you how songs come out of the radio. [Voice gets very soft at this point, so that the secret of how it happens is kept from anyone else who might be listening.]
3. Hands on hip, finger on your lip.
4. Is that lady really going to go away from that man in that song?
5. Look Grandma, there's a barn, and beside the barn is a solo. Don't laugh!!!!!
6. When I grow up, I'm going to have twin babies named Donna and Alex, and Mommy will be a Grandma and Grandma will be a Great-Grandma. And we will all live in the same house together.
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