Today you get a special “guest blogger”…me: Elizabeth, a.k.a. Sissy. =)
This morning we were pulling out of the driveway to go to church, when Grace suddenly lets out a horrified gasp. “What is that? Floggy?”
“…Froggy?” I say slowly, trying to figure out what she was talking about.
“Yep, floggy!” she responds enthusiastically.
“Uhh. Flogging?” I was pretty sure that that wasn’t the word Grace was trying to say, but hey. You never know.
“Yep, the floggy is out there!” she pointed out the window.
“Ohhh, foggy!” I say, finally figuring it out. This morning there was a really dense fog outside.
She allowed herself a momentary self-satisfied smile at the fact that she knew what “fog” was, then spent the rest of the drive either talking to herself about the fog, or talking directly to the fog…I couldn’t quite tell.
While we were in church, the fog lifted significantly, but it was still a bit noticeable. As soon as we get out to the car, Grace yells at the top of her lungs. “Floggy is back! It’s a monster!”
“No, it’s okay, Grace,” I reassure her. “It’s going away.”
“Floggy…no more floggy? He’s gone?” she asks with wide eyes.
“Yep, floggy left.”
“Floggy went away? Okay. High School Muzzical THREE divvy-dee!” (translation: High School Musical 3 DVD) This was a sure sign that the floggy would no longer be a problem.