I'm only sad when I close my mouth

A: I'm only sad when I close my mouth.

Me: Because then you're not talking?

A: Yes. I'm sad when I'm not talking.


This girl truly loves to talk. Since she discovered the skill, she has rarely stopped. But, what wonderful information comes out of that mouth! She is so full of ideas - I wish I had a pad of paper permanently attached to me to catch them all. Maybe a little recorder would be a good idea. This morning, she ran off to draw up plans for the beak she wants to craft for her Halloween costume. She also planned the wings to hang from her arms, 'in different colors, like blue and red, and I can wear them on my arms like my bat wings.' (She came up with the idea to be a bat last year and I came up with a costume.) We'll see if she sticks with the bird idea. She also wants to be Velma from Scooby Doo, her idol (it's the glasses).