Crashed

Shelby is one of those kids who goes and goes and goes at full speed ... until she crashes into a wall. Today, she crashed. I was on the computer just a few feet away from her looking for an art class to enroll her in.

I said "Shelby would you like to take an art class or would you like to take something else?"

I asked the same question three time without looking away from the computer screen. When she didn't answer after the third try ... I walked over to the couch to find this:

Shelby is pretty funny right now. She says the funniest things. She definitely seems a lot older than just six. This morning, Cooper pooped in the tub. As I was scooping up the poop with a toy shovel, Shelby said to me, "And I thought he loved you Mom."

Seriously, where does she come up with this stuff?