Mom, are you singing?
I thought so. I could feel someone else's real voice vibrating in the van. (we had the radio blasting)
I have the gift of reading.
People don't think I should be able to read the books I do. I just can.
(I can't set this one up. I know we were in the kitchen and she did a really brainless thing, like ask for the milk while she was holding it.)
I'm just a blondie!