Infrequent Incoherent Thoughts

Wait for it…

It’s fun for your son to ask you to flick him.

It’s morning and we are eating our cereal.  Annika clearly is out of sorts…although that’s not all that unusual for her.

Annika:  I’m so sad…

Mommy: Why?

Annika: You know my invisible friends?

Mommy: Yes.

Annika: They’re all dead.

Daddy: Oh no…how did they die?

Annika:  I killed them…They said shut up to me…that is not a nice thing to say.

She’s just too cute to take seriously as a serial killer.

Quotes,Annika