Mariah: Mom, the clouds look like they are moving.
Mariah: Where are they going?
Mom: Hmmm...not sure.
Mariah: Granola bars and lullabies
Mariah: Grr, grr, grr, granola bars and lullabies
Mom: Ok (not sure what the heck she is talking about)
Mariah: I mean it
Mom: Ok (still have no idea, but she means it)
(Mariah sees a convertible with the top down)
Mariah: Mom, what kind of car is that?
Mom: A convertible
Mariah: Can we get one of those?
Mom: Because we have a an AWESOME van
Mariah: I don't like our RED van...I want a PINK one!
Mom: I'll ask dad (aka--probably close to never)
"...It's a Cold and Broken, Hallelujah."
4 days ago