Mine just came slamming in from the backyard, where she's been playing,
trying to get a few outdoor hours logged before the rain starts, and
burning off the 'TOMORROW IS CHRISTMAS!' energy. She goes out and plays
with the chickens, who are by now used to her running up and just
scooping them up for hugs and kisses, and patiently submit--even
Phoenix, our huge rooster. Some of her favorites are Potato, Scrambles
and Honkey, the youngsters from the June hatch this year.
So when
she came in just now she yelled, "Hey mom, guess what? I just kissed
Potato on the mistletoe!" Then she was gone again, with another slam of
the back door.
My response a full 3 seconds later: "What...?"
Heh. Kids!
