The other day, Sydney and I were watching Delaney play in her first game with her middle school softball team and I made a comment something like, "Look at those girls hit the ball. Are you going to hit the ball like that this year on your team?" (Sydney's opening day of the Spring softball season is this Saturday, and she has been practicing a lot lately.)
Her answer was vintage Scout.
"I don't know, Mom. I'm not psychic."
Last night, I was grading papers on the living room couch when Sydney came down to see me. She was trying to pick up the big stack of papers and move them somewhere else, and I sorta got on to her about it. "Don't mess with those papers," I told her. "I'm working on them."
She looked at me with her "puppy dog" eyes and I moved them to the other side of me. She crawled up next to me on the couch, put her head on my shoulder, and asked,
"Aren't papers less important than little girls?"
(Yes they are, sweet girl. Thanks for the reminder.)