11-22-10

Ella's latest ephiphany: "Momma, I wish I had prickles on my butt. You know... so I could make smores." I figured she was confused. Nope. She really does want prickles on her butt so she can put marshmallows on them, roasting her butt over a toasty fire. You know... for smores. How silly of me to misunderstand.