Wisdom From a Fiver

We went over to Longview today to help my aunt and uncle move houses. In between odd jobs, I found myself with a gun pointed at me. Naturally, I chased the intruder upstairs with the two pieces of shelf liner I had in my hands at the time of attack.

The gun was plastic. The intruder was my 5 year old cousin. Once upstairs, and after a pretty stellar battle that included her 6 year old brother, she proceeded to unleash the wisdom of her years:

"Your new name is potty." *giggle uncontrollably* "No, your new name is, your new name is - don't tell Brandon this, or he might hug you - the cutest girl in town. That's what boys say before they're about to kiss you."

Noted.