Really not farmers

Visiting a farm.

Little Miss Thing, age 4: “Why are these chickens following us around?”

Me: “Maybe they think we’re going to feed them.”

LMT: “What? Can’t they tell we’re not farmers?”

Fresh

Little Miss Thing, age 4, does a backward roll in her princess dress.

Me: “You know, you probably shouldn’t let people see your panties.”

LMT: “It’s OK. They’re fresh.”

Home today with sick kiddo, who spent hours last night re-enacting The Exorcist split pea soup scene.

But apparently some sleep and some TLC… and 2 hours of My Little Pony… seem to have her on the mend.

In fact, she’s currently trying on outfits to go out dancing with Mama tonight.

I’m staying home to makeup some of that sleep I lost last night.

Parenting. Sigh.