You know, my Grandmother

Morgaine has an imaginary grandmother, not to be confused with her real Grandma McMahon. Every day we are entertained with stories about how Morgaine's grandmother lives in Africa, or how she knows all about animals because she lives in the zoo, or how she lost her legs but that's okay.

So anyways, yesterday, Morgaine and I were enjoying a walk down a street we've never been on before and were admiring all the different houses. Morgaine looked at me and said, "You know, my grandmother visited all these houses but none of them were her house, so she decided to go live under the bridge because she had no house."

The dangers of homeschooling (we recently finished The Family Under the Bridge) and not knowing what your daughter is going to come up with next.