"I wonder if I should wear my bulldog pants or my reindeer pants?"
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Laura considering which pair of fuzzy PJs she should wear. If you couldn’t tell, our house is getting chilly,
It’s only October and the reindeer won. Someone’s excited for Santa.
"She’s like 9 feet tall! And she’s wearing like 9 feet tall shoes! That makes her a 22 foot tall person!"
— David, commenting on Laura’s height when she wore 4 inch wedges to dinner. I tried to correct him and explain that 9 and 9 does not equal 22 but he wouldn’t listen.
"My mom thought I was tired when I started bawling uncontrollably at a wedding. But really a boy kissed me and I ran away. I was three."
— Laura. I believe this was how she found her life mantra, “And then I had to run away.”