Sometimes we wonder what's going on in that pretty little head of hers. She is a special one for sure. We call her "Our little Phoebe" because she makes up songs of her own, grabs a guitar, and starts singing. Instead of Phoebe's "Smelly Cat" (from "Friends", remember?), she sings things titled, "Monkey Eating a Cracker" or "I Like Potatoes" and other Grace-originals like that. Lately she's been playing her little piano in bed and singing her own compositions. Ben and I sometimes just listen and laugh.
Yesterday we went to pick up Andrew from school, and she told me that she had a secret for me. She said, "When Jesus and Heavenly Father were painting the moon and the sun, they fell off a train." What??? I guess I haven't yet figured out how that brain of hers works!
