A few minutes ago, I told Anna we were going to go for a ride and look at another old house. She looked at me, smiled and said happily, "It's a be a disaster?" I don't actually know if it was a question or a statement, but almost everything she says sounds kind of like a question.
The kid used to think disaster was some kind of fun, exciting word (She used to say, "Mama loves you, Dada loves you, Grandma loves you [etc], disaster loves you"). Apparently, she still feels that way.
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