For those of you following along in the "Anabelle Sass Saga of 2009," I just thought I would share an excerpt from this morning's captain's log which targeted my sweet mother who was spending time out of her busy day with her dear grandchildren.
Anabelle: "Grandma! You're standing under the mistletoe!"
Mom: (leans down for a kiss...)
Anabelle: "Nope. You have germs."
Sorry, Mom. I know you understand having a sassy daughter better than most, and please, please tell me it ends at some point...?