Here is another, smaller, installment of Annikaisms. There are so many these days that I can’t keep track any more:)
Talks to self:
Where is Annika? There me is!
-Annika, if you have a baby brother, what should his name be?
-What are you doing, huh, mama?
-I’m drinking coffee. What are you doing?
-Not drinking coffee.
Starts (fake)crying and I don’t respond. Comes up to me and in the most pitiful way whines:
- -Ask what’s my matter.
Greg gets out of the shower and Annika walks in right after. All I heard was:
… and then everyone died. Laughing!