Claire says the most hysterical things.  I suppose she’s the age of having very little filter and a LOT to say and a lot to ask about.  It’s totally endearing and totally obnoxious all at the same time.

Like today…… she told someone at St. Pius a knock knock joke.  It went like this.

C:  Knock Knock

P:  Who’s there?

C:  Um. um. um, well, um. a hey….where did you get that sticker?

P:  It’s not a sticker, it’s a Valentine

C:  Can I see it?

P:  Sure.  What about the knock knock joke?

C:  Um wait, who’s this on the valentine sticker?

P:  It’s Pooh.  What about the joke?

C:  Ohhhhhhhhh yeaaaah.  Knock Knock

P:  Who’s there?

C:  Orange

P:  Orange who?

C:  Do you want a loaf of bread banana?  (she breaks into hysterical laughter)

Today, she also has asked me “why” approximately 54 times (I tried to keep count, but I lost count somewhere in Barnes and Noble while Madeline was screaming “Choo Choo” and trying to escape the stroller to get the train set), and let me know that her best friend is named Chia and lives in a tree with the yellow birds and the dinosaurs.

Hmm.

If adults had days like this, they would ask what we are on.