Today I introduced Gracie to the wonderful world of Liza Lou and the Yeller Belly Swamp today, and she was hooked—so tonight we picked out our other Mercer Mayer monster book, One Monster After Another, as the first bedtime book. Matt got home in time to read, so Maddie and Gracie were sitting with him while I sorted laundry on the other side of Gracie's room.
One Monster After Another is about a little girl who sends a letter to a friend which is then snatched and grabbed and stolen by a string of monsters until it finally gets mailed by a monster who doesn't care about letters. As Matt started the story, I cut in to say "Hey! She's just like you, Gracie, when you mailed a letter to Lily today!" (Ed. Note: Lily, Gracie mailed you a letter today.) And then, without missing a beat in her very best proud-of-you voice, Maddie said "MAMA! That's a text-to-self connection!"
Why, yes, I guess it is.
By this time we'd been hit with a small case of the giggles. When did our 6 year old daughter learn how to use "text-to-self connection" in the proper context?