Just Another Tired Mommy

Ryan decided to practice her reading tonight, so she "invited" (that's what we call the piercing shriek demanding our attention that she so politely offered) us all to join her in the living room. About a month ago, my college roommate and I went to a festival where we met a children's book author. One of her books was about a "city" bear and a "country" bear and this is what Ryan wanted to read. As she read about their many adventures, all three of my children noted the places they had been or at least heard of at one point in time. My youngest looked up at me as we were discussing Mt. Rushmore and said, "Nope. I don't even wremembewer fowor a widdwel bit." "That's because you were soooo little then--you weren't even TWO yet!" "So I was one?" "YES. You were ONE!" "And I was so tiny like a widdwel cwrumb?" "Yes...I guess you could say you were tiny like a little crumb...I'm not sure what KIND of crumb we're talking about here..." "AAAAAGGGHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I was djust wike a cwrumb--dat's funny, Mommy--right?" She has no idea.