Backseat Conversations

Alice is a nonstop chatterbox.  Heck, she even talks in her sleep.  I know this because she sought the warm comfort of Mommy and Daddy's bed after a disturbing nightmare last night.  Interestingly, my peaceful sleep was not interrupted by her entrance.  I woke up a few hours later when she started talking about brushing her teeth (?!) while she was asleep.  As if my peaceful moments were not limited enough by Alice, now Angela has become much more conversant these days (Lord, help me).  Thankfully the girls spend a great deal of their time talking to each other.  Consequently, I am privy to some mighty odd chats.  I am not sure why, but many of these "did I hear that right?" moments happen while we are in the car.

Today was no exception.  We were driving back home after church.  Angela was babbling away to her sister.  "Alice, do you like my dress?"

"Yes, Angela.  I like your dress," Alice replied.

"Alice, do you like my eyes?"  Angela asked.

"Yes, Angela.  I like your eyes."

"Alice, do you like my...Mommy, what this?"  I turned around to see Angela pointing to her eyebrows.

"They are eyebrows, honey," I answered.

"Alice, do you like my eyebrows?"  Angela continued.

John and I chuckled a bit at this peculiar question, especially when Alice answered it seriously.  "Yes, Angela.  I like your eyebrows."

The inquisition continued.  "Alice, do you like my butt?"

"No," Alice said shortly.

Angela looked quizzically at her sister.  The negative answer threw her a bit, but not for long.  The next (and hilarious) question came.  "Because it is stinky?"

I did not hear Alice's answer.  John and I were laughing too loudly.