Grace: "I love you. That's why I have to EAT YOU!"
Upon walking into Grandma's house who had recently roasted some cauliflower...
"What is that smell? It smells like a diaper!"
to Jeff:" You look like a garbage man."
to me: "I swiped your fingers. You'll never tickle again!"
After tasting bread I made while she was napping...
"There a little bit of cinnamon in there?"
Gracie's first full length story:
"Once upon a time there was ooh and ahh and a tickle monster. Then somebody else came. Then daddy came and ate everybody. Then the tree and the leaves came and daddy ate them. Then a monkey came. The end."
Gracie's first poem:
"7, 8, 9, 10,
Not by hair on my chinny-chin-chin."
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