Heard at my dinner table the other night when Avery was asked to say grace:

“Dear God, Thank you for this food.  Thank you for my Oma and Opa coming to visit.  And thank you for all my friends who make such nice love.  Grlgjkblkjblkjlbkcperpierrelwkmnxkuy…. (something unintelligible)… Dear Avery (as though addressing a letter)….Amen.”

Friends who make nice love? Honestly, where does she come up with this stuff?  We are so getting called by social services one day.  Eeek.