Tonight at dinner, Frodo was being a brat with a capital B. I said, to no one in particular, "I fear we are raising up a brat."
Princess said, "Mom, you shouldn't call him that!"
To which Hubs replied, "If the shoe fits..."
To which Princess replied, "Dad! That's an idiom!"
We both looked at her and blinked. I got up and got the dictionary.
Huh, she's right.
Here's another one: she came inside yesterday after being outside about 23 seconds and said, "Mom, it's so peaceful outside. There are no mowers running, or kids, or cars, or locusts, or birds. You just see leaves blowing and butterflies flapping around. It's so quiet!"
Of course it was. It was 115 degrees out there (heat index...maybe 103 true?). Leave it to her to find the good in this nasty heat wave.
Gotta love that girl.