Katie often wakes up and immediately starts talking mid-sentence, mid-thought, mid-dream. It's often hilarious and seemingly nonsensical. Which I love. Sometimes it's accurate and acute. Which amazes me.
Like this morning. First thing out of Katie's mouth was, "Pooh doesn't have a heart! Ha. Ha. Ha."
Her ha's were forced like she was reciting a play.
"Why doesn't Pooh have a heart?" Taking the bait is often the highlight of my day.
"Because! Ha. Ha. Ha." She rubbed her eyes. "Pooh is 'stuffed with fluff'" she sang.
"Oh, yeah, that's right." I smiled and extended my hand to help her out of bed.
"And you know one more thing, Mama?" Katie asked, her bare feet just touching our bare "tree" floor.
"What's one more thing?" I asked, holding her hand.
"Did you know Winnie the Pooh and The Cheshire Cat have the same voice?"
Really? I hadn't noticed.
When I got back home from escorting Katie to school, I googled it to be sure: "Winnie the Pooh" and "Cheshire Cat".