The other day, we were running some errands, and Beth needed to go to Target. Logan was sleeping, so I just drove around with the kids in the car while Beth ran inside. Lindsay and I got to talking about our upcoming trip to Grandma and Grandpa Snider’s house in California (we’re down here now), and Lindsay told me the following story:

Remember one time when I was a little girl, I was playing outside at Grandma’s house, and there was a spider on my tushie, and I said, “Hey, I wonder why there’s a spider on my tushie!”

I don’t know where she comes up with this stuff, but I know it’s not coming from reality. I guess she’s just got a great imagination.