my little chatterbox

Several days ago, Ahna and I were having quite a conversation on the back porch.  When I climbed up on a chair to snap her photo, she was utterly concerned.


Mama, get off that chair. We're not supposed to stand on chairs, Mama.



Mama, what are you doing up in that chair?



We're not 'posed to stand in chairs, Mama, because we will fall.
Won't we, Mama?



But grown-ups can stand in chairs, 'cause they might not fall, right Mama?
And I can't stand in chairs, either, can I, Mama? Cause I will fall, too.
And I would hurt myself, wouldn't I, Mama?



But you should get down from the chair, Mama.
(still some residual redness and swelling in her eyes, from the surgery) 



Good thing she's not bossy.