Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Fifteen Hundred Miles Later...

We went to Omaha for Thanksgiving and had a wonderful time. Other than that, the only thing on my mind are some cute phrases from Maia.

Upon hearing that Grandma has a Saturn vehicle: "Saturin? Saturin? Hey, dat's a world in our space."

When she wants me to say something in a foreign language, she says, "Mama, how do you say 'book' in Ranish?" Ranish is Russian, and Spanish is Spanish.

Upon seeing large waves crash on a beach on Lake Superior: "Look! They're playin' tag! And I can taste them!"

My blog muse is absent, otherwise. So you get cute-kid stories.

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