A few weeks ago in church Cate was talking quite loudly to herself. She likes to "read" stories while flipping through the pages in the hymn book.
On this particular Sabbath day, the hymn story was about a monster and ogre berry pie.
I did my motherly duty and leaned over to tell her to quiet down.
"You have to whisper," I said. It would have been better to just tell her to stop talking all together but I knew that wasn't going to happen.
Her reply (which made me softly giggle), in a not very quiet voice:
"Then I can't hear my voice!"
Well, duh.
Sometimes she must think I'm such a dingbat.
p.s. I really miss my Christmas tree. Really.
