Back home from a lunch date with old friends, I found my daughter still in the midst of her afternoon nap. I curled up next to her and just lay there for a while. Half an hour later, she opened her eyes, saw me beside her, smiled sweetly and said, "Tweet!"
I looked at my husband. "Did she just tweet?"
I looked at her again. She stretched. "Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!"
I love her. Bit of a weirdo, but I love her.
Ha! I just proved once again that what I said in my previous post is true. As evidenced by my conversation with the hubby last night.
While reading through a copy of Fortune magazine which featured the richest men in Australia and New Zealand he commented:
"Do you know that the richest man in Australia is only 39 years old?"
"Is he good looking?"
"I don't know."
I rest my case.