At the splash pad today one little four year old girl was talking to another girl in the loud, unregulated vocal stylings that only children of that age can produce: “HEY, I NEED TO TELL YOU SOME-FING! …. I DON’T WANT TO TALK WITH YOU ANYMORE. *Big pause while the other girl processed it and put on a sad face.* BUT IF I FELT LIKE TALKING TO A FRIEND, I WOULD WANT TO TALK WITH YOU.” Dewdrops of wisdom right there, folks.
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
