My mother was at her quilting frame, I was in her rocking chair embroidering. My littlest sister sat at Mom’s computer. Dad walked in to discuss the cabins he’d just reserved for our family weekend getaway.
Dad: Well, we’ve got three queens and four single bunks.
Me: That should work great. You and Mom get one. Dan and Deb get one. And Anna and Grace get one.
Dad: Which leaves the bunks for the three boys and you.
Grace: Wait–which of the boys isn’t coming?
Dad: They’ll all be there.
Me: But Dan will be with Debbie in one of the queens.
Grace: I wish I were married so I could sleep in one of the nice beds.
Me: But didn’t you hear what I just said? You will be in one of the nice beds.
Dad: Yeah, you and Anna.
Grace: I’ll have to share?
Me: You’d have to share if you were married too–you’d just be sharing with a husband instead of Anna.
Grace: Ugh! Maybe I don’t want to get married.
Have I mentioned that my little sister is 16 years old? So she’s not quite “tiny” (even if she is the littlest we’ve got)–but she can still say some pretty outrageous things. And, believe it or not, she isn’t even blonde!
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That’s funny. I have those moments too, but I am blonde. No excuse though, right?
Haha you gotta love Grace. :D
Hee Hee… Kids are funny at any age… and in my aging mind, 16 is still a kid, but then so is 25 ;)
I think I felt like that at 16, too!!!
Caught between adulthood and childhood. Love it!!!
How funny! :)
It sounds like she is wrapping her mind around so ideas about sleep.
You forgot to mention that this was late at night. To my credit, I was frankly exhausted.