Okay, so not only is it not a Tuesday, she’s also not exactly tiny. But Grace is still my baby sister, so I’m stretching the bounds a bit:
We were sitting around talking about turkey and plans for tomorrow, when Grace suddenly stopped us all to interject a comment.
She covered her mouth in shame: “But I forgot the word!”
We all tried to help her out, asking questions, trying to get her mind going in the right direction.
“It’s the chemical in turkey that makes you sleepy,” she finally said.
“Tryptophan,” I told her.
“That’s right! I kept think ‘fan slap’,” she said. “I knew it was doing something mean to the fan.”