From the mouths of babes

We moved to ThunderCreek when my daughter was in the fourth grade.  She came home from school one day mad as a wet hen.  When I finally got her to speak to me she sounded more like a snake than a child. "We are reading a new book in school." she hissed.  "Really?" I said.  "It is called Little House on the Prairie." she spit back at me. "Oh" I said.  "The kids in my class have never heard of the things Laura talks about in the book." she hissed again.  "Oh" I repeated.  "You do them!!" she spat back.  Trying very hard not to laugh, I replied "I learned them all from Pa Ingalls".  She was clearly not amused and stomped off towards the horse pasture muttering under her breath.

Yes those were the days...