A family with a couple of small kids lives next door to my mom. One of the kids is a cute little girl—she’s four years old. She comes to visit my mom often. She just walks into the house and plops down on the couch and then she starts talking. Once she starts talking, it’s hard to get her to stop, Mom tells me.
The other day, she visited my mom and she said something that my mom is still laughing about: “I can run real fast, like the thunder. Wanna see me?” Of course, she meant, “like the lightening,” but the fact that she said thunder instead made it hilarious, and cute as can be.
