Oh she's good. She's very very good. And if she's this good at the age of almost seven, I'm a little worried about how well she'll out maneuver her father and I when she's almost seventeen.
Hannah was making an unusual amount of racket in the back of the van last night: howling, hooting, growling, and roaring. Most of the time, I have no idea why she does the things she does. Last night, however, I suspected the noise was the fault of an over active imagination. Ruth and Josh added to the cacophony with five minutes of whining comments and unspoken promises of death, "Hannah, knock. it. off. Maaaaaaaamaaaaaaaa! Hannah's making noise!"
"Mom, can you tell her to SHUT UP!"
Of course, that enticed "the twerp within" to make Hannah roar louder, with more enthusiasm.
Jeremy had had enough. "Knock it OFF, Hannah Noel. You're not an animal, you know," he added.
"And I'm not really a dinosaur either," Hannah replied with calculated humor, and a very serious, straight, face.
I tried. I really did. I tried so hard to not laugh, to not even crack the tiniest of smiles.
I failed.
Miserably.
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