Yesterday, Vianney and I were driving to Hy-Vee together and she was pensively gazing out the window at the clouds.
The pattern in the clouds resembled something of this sort.
She nonchalantly concluded after a moment of silence (in her lisp),
"Mom, the cloudths look messthy." TRANSLATION: The clouds look messy.
Taking her anywhere especially by herself is one of my top favorite pastimes.
I don't have a favorite child, I don't have a favorite child, I don't have a favorite child, really ;)!