:rofl: Beth, your post reminded me of a much repeated family story about easy child#1. She was 2 and she went to her Gramma and asked
"Gramma what is a crackadon?" My Mother told her she didn't know
and to go ask her Mommy. Sure enough. She came to me and asked
"Mommy what is a crackadon?" I replied that I didn't know but to
go ask Daddy. She went to her Daddy and with her hands on her hips with great indignation she said "Daddy, do you know what a
crackadon is?" He said "No, I don't think so." Then easy child raised
her little voice, stomped her feet and said "WHY do you all tell
me EVERY night not to be a crackadon and you don't even know what
one is???????! :smile:
Yep. Every night we would say softly "now, don't get up at the
'crack of dawn' and she thought she could morph into a crackadon!
:faint:
Eight children later we have never had a crackadon, thank God!
I do not like mornings. This morning I was at the blankin' store
by 6:30 and I now have "music box". LOL DDD