Pint-sized observations

Somebody has acquired my penchant for funky, mismatched bed time outfits. Poor, misguided girl.

We've been listening to a lot of Tom Petty in the car lately. This fact has not gone unnoticed by Karis who has memorized a good portion of the lyrics to "I won't back down." We recently looked in our rear view mirrors to see her singing loudly to the baby doll in her hands, "Hey baby, there ain't no easy way out..."

Karis is developing an interesting theology on death. Most of her information comes from the authoritative text There was an old lady who swallowed a fly. So she knows a horse will take you out cold, but then, once your gone, Karis informed me that you float out into space in a rocket ship with a helmet on. Hmm. That sounds like the intro to the show Little Eintsteins. It also sounds like it's time to answer some questions.

If looks could kill, we'd all be floating in space right now.