Good Morning

Sometimes.... well, alot of the time... Frank and I wonder how this little mind works.  

For example, this is how Frank and I woke up this morning.

Mary Elliott (screaming from her bed):  Daddyyyyyyyyyy, Daddyyyyyyy, Daddyyyyyy

Daddy: What Mary Elliott? Daddy and Mama are sleeping. (note neither of us jump up when she screams... because we know something like this is coming)

Mary Elliott: 'I got one booger stuck'

Me: 'Serious laughter'

Frank: 'sighing... no laughter'

Mary Elliott: 'Daddy, I got one booger stuck!!!!'

Mary Elliott much louder: 'Daddy my booger stuckkkkkkkkkkkk!'

Daddy: 'Stuck where babe?'

Mary Elliott: 'Stuck up my nose, I can't get ouuuuuttttttt!'

One minute later we hear a big thud and pitter patter......

Mary Elliott is standing at our bed side:)

Mary Elliott: 'My booger stuck my nose Daddy.  Daddy I thirsty'

And we were up:)