One minute you're young and fun...
The next minute you're turning down the stereo in the car so you can see better.
"Why is Miss Jones wearing black?"
"She's in mourning for her husband."
"Why, she never had a husband?"
"That's why she mourns."
She's making a list...
She's checking it twice...
She's gonna find out....
How good her memory is, since she got to the store and realized she left it at home... again!
My three year old was saying his nightly prayers in a very low voice.
"I can't hear you," I whispered.
He said firmly, "Wasn't talking to you."