Today I was collecting Grace Hannah at Grandma's house when she allowed us yet another glimpse into her extraordinarily unique world view. (Most things look different when you're three feet tall.)
It all started (today) with a little patented Grace Hannah-style stalling.
Slowly, slowly she gathered her shoes and socks and crown. You can't go home without your pipe cleaner crown. All of her entourage worked together to deliberately arrange her hairdo so the sequined fuzzy headpiece was perfectly perched.
She lined her shoes up, left on the right, right on the left. Which sock is the left one?
Then she raised her socks (both the left and the right) to her nose and inhaled deeply.
Ew. Sorry to gross you out here in the middle of a farm family blog.
"...'mells like lemons!" Grace exclaimed, her baby voice muffled by dirty sock. Yeah, I like that detergent too.
But wait. She took another whiff.
"Nope. 'mells like ... Walmart."