She ran outside into the yard today to play. Less than a minute later, the door opens, a pair of tiny khaki shorts come flying in, and it closes again without a word. I was unaware that pants were negotiable.
Also, let me set the scene for another recent bout of ridiculous question asking.
10:30 pm, seemingly asleep for hours. Out of the still and quiet night, a tiny but insistent voice calls out:
A: :Mom... MOMMA.... MOOOOMMMM!
Me: (after climbing my very pregnant butt up the stairs), What, kiddo?! Why in the word are you up?
A: Umm.. Momma, I have a question. What do ostriches eat?
Me: Bird food. Go to bed.
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