Prairie, in one of her rambling monologues . . .
“I want to be a Mama President when I grow up. I guess I will be a mama first since I have to wait until I’m 35 years old to be president. But I am fairly attractive so I will probably get married young.”
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We were all piled in the car driving home, and Sid read “facts” we were taught in school that are no longer true, like Pluto being a planet.
Prairie pipes up, “Hey, y’all, I have a scientific fact that I learned just now. When you hum with your mouth closed, the sound comes out your nose.”
Sid “Well, you could say that a little bit of sound comes out your ears.”
Prairie, deciding to test this new theory right away, uses her hands to cover up her ears. Realizing she is short a third hand, she demands, “Rachel, grab my nose!”
. . . . . . . .
Prairie – “you know what”
Sidney – “Prairie, what is ‘you know what’?”
Rachel – “She means sex.”
Sidney – “Prairie you use ‘you know what’ to mean a lot of things”
Prairie – “Well then, I’ll say ‘YOU KNOW you know what”
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Prairie, “Life would be so much easier if we were all nudists. I mean like everybody would be all the same, right?”
Me, intrigued, “In what ways do you think life would be easier?”
Prairie, coy and giving me a look of tolerance, “Mama, it is complicated,”