Wednesday, October 1, 2008

'Mells Like Lemons



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."

7 comments:

Misty said...

lemons I could handle... Stinky feet I could even tolerate... But walmart... ewww... :)

Ei said...

Funny. Very.

Alexis - Chickie Momma said...

Hehhehehahahaha!! That was very cute!

And as for you "lifting" my stuff... it's why I leave them FULL SIZE baby! Have at it. But I love to know when you use them, it makes my heart happy (which, as you can see, I need a little of lately!)

Katie said...

Mmm, nothing like Walmart to start the mornin'. Well, and the antics of Miss G just make my day.

OMG! My word verification is qtcak

Cutie cake! Ha!

HonuGirl said...

Aww... too cute.

Amydeanne said...

LOL oh I love that lol... sounds like something my kiddos would say!

Dick Daring said...

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA AHA AHAHA AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH! whew.