Driving home last night, Maddy showed me a bump on her hand, and asked me what it was. I said "hmmm, I don't know. How long have you had this?" She replied, "since I was three." Oookay, so it's been bothering you for six years?
Recently we were following a pick-up truck, and the driver threw his McDonald's bag and cup out the window. Maddy said "pull up by him! I want to tell him 'the world is not your trashcan, moron!'" Good point, kid, but I don't want to get shot.
This morning, she was having a slight meltdown over a bad hair day. I was trying to flatiron her hair, when all of a sudden, she looked in the mirror and cried "where are my bangs?" Uh, right where you left them, dude.
On a daily basis, that kid cracks me up.