Monday was particularly windy…
Ada: Mom, when you were a kid… did you ever blow away?

Ada woke up rather early, and was quite frankly intruding on my quiet breakfast.
Ada: (talking, talking, talking)
Me: Is it ok if we talk after breakfast?  I’m still kind of tired.
Ada: You seem tired.
Me: Well I am!
Ada: (whispers) Well you seem like it.

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