Lizzy Angel Mindfreak

>> Thursday, July 12, 2007

Elizabeth just finished telling us one of her stories. As always, it was odd, dramatic and ended abruptly. Everyone applauded. Then she suggested that I make up a story.

“Oh, no. Not me. I’m not good at making up stories. Not unless I’m sitting alone in front of the computer.”

“Yes you can. The computer is in your head, Mommy.”


“Mommy, you’re Jesus.”

“I am?”

“Yes. Everybody is Jesus. Didn’t you know that?”

“Who told you that?”

“Nobody. I just know.”


(crying and screaming at midnight... I run to her room.)

“Elizabeth, what’s wrong?!”

“There are monsters in my room!”

“Where are they, sweetie? I don’t see them.”

“The monsters came into the room with you.”

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