Grace and I were outside this afternoon. I noticed her hunched over the concrete, balancing on one leg. Her other leg was bent at the knee, and she was swinging it out and in, out and in; like she was kicking an imaginary ball. She looked over at me, her little eyes twinkling, and said "I'm making it weird for the ants! See! Sunny, dark! Sunny, dark!" She proceeded to giggle gleefully; pumped up with her god-like power. I love her so much.
The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering? Pinky: I think so Brain, but burlap chafes me so.
Quote of the Day
"Faith in something greater than ourselves enables us to do what we have said we'll do, to press forward when we are tired or hurt or afraid, to keep going when the challenge seems overwhelming and the course is entirely uncertain." -Gordon B. Hinckley
Word of the Day
fillip \FIL-uhp\ , noun: 1. A snap of the finger forced suddenly from the thumb; a smart blow.
flummox \FLUM-uhks\, transitive verb: To confuse; to perplex.