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.”

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“Mommy, you’re Jesus.”

“I am?”

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

“Who told you that?”

“Nobody. I just know.”

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(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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