Madness

Saturday morning, 7:38 a.m.
Melina: Mommy, I just put my foot up to my nostril, and it felt like pasta.
Me: . . .
Melina: I don't even know why it felt like pasta.
Me: . . . 
And I don't know why she was putting her foot to her nose.

She walked away then, to see what Toby was chewing. I sat there, shaking my head, still speechless and unsure what to say, besides the obvious. So I'm writing it down for a good laugh later on.

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