^^^ I received this text at work one morning when my mom was watching Greta. ^^^
I about died.
Greta and I were playing outside this evening.
GG: I have a question.
Me: What is your question?
GG: I go to work and I see you later.
Me: Was that your question?
GG: Yeah. You no come with me.
Greta has been really passionate about reading to herself at night.
She asks me to pick out a book to read to myself
while she reads the book aloud that she picked out.
It is hilarious to hear the stories that she makes up.
Tonight she opened her book and said:
In the morning the gorilla eats poop. He eats poop in the morning.