It went something like this

I woke up at 8 this morning and realized we all needed to get moving in order to leave for church around 8.45.  I got out of bed and called to the Littles; "Time to get up and moving sweethearts."

From Jack's room: silence.

From Maggie's room; "Mama, Jack is not a sweetheart.  I'm a sweetheart.  He's a son and I'm a sweetheart."

Didn't even break her momentum

The general gist of a conversation on the road this morning ...
Maggie is singing in her seat; "Da da de ..... Mom, what are those lines going across the street?  De Do ...."
Mom: "Those are power lines Margaret, they carry electricity."
Maggie: "Dom da dee ... okay mom ... doo dum...."

WSI

"This is like World Storm I... instead of World War I!" - Jack Willis.

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