Our son and 4 of our grand kids came over this past weekend. While we got a few chores done outside and the kids played in the yard. I was in the shop cleaning one of the sprayers out after giving the fence a new coat of weather seal. Our younger granddaughter decided to hangout near Grandma, I kept an eye out on her and listened as she carried on a conversation with an imaginary friend. Both of them were sitting on a sawhorse chatting away. When all the sudden she jumps of the sawhorse, puts her hands on her hips and starts yelling at her invisible friend. Then she started to kick and smack this poor thing around. I don’t know what the friend said but I am sure she won’t repeat it again.
I asked her older sister how was school, since it started last week. She said “fine, but there was a boy in her class who thinks he is the funniest kid in school.” I asked, “How does he figure that? “ She replies, “Because his first grade class told him he was.”
Lady Redneck