Oh Halle.

As we were eating lunch today Halle told me about playing with Makenzi at class today, "But not the REAL Makenzi, Mommy- just a different one." I asked what she meant. "Well, the REAL Makenzi is just at her house with her mommy and Jordan. The NEW Makenzi was just in classtime with ME. She's pretty much nice. Just not the real one."

I laughed.

She also told me about her "remember-y verse".

Then at nap time I had to go in several times to tell her to stop talking. (She talks to Cate until Cate drops off and then to her Bunny Bear or the wall. I know. She's her Daddy's child.) The third time I went in she started to laugh and said, "Am I a tackle box?" I was busy trying to figure out what she meant to say when she said, "Yes. I am. I'm talking too much." I had to walk out before I laughed. Chatter box.

What a girl.