Some stuff

Last night I got called to Hazel's room twice. The first time she had an owie on her teeth and wanted me to kiss them. Teeth kissing - okay. The second time she had an owie on her arm, and upon kissing her arm I discovered her sock was on her hand, so we sat down to put that back on her foot. While sitting, I asked her what she had been laughing at earlier -we were cracking up listening to her hearty laugh over the monitor. She said, "some stuff." And I thought she wouldn't be evasive until her teen years.