I'll tell my story, I'LL TELL IT!

I keep forgetting that I set up this account for Andi-isms.

I called home Thursday morning right at 9am, trying my best to catch Dana and the kids before they headed out the door to dance class. Andi ansered the phone, which is always a pleasure, and gave me her usual answer when I asked how she was doing, "I'm watching _____."

I heard Dana in the background trying to get Paul dressed I talked with Andi for another few seconds and then asked her if her mother was around. She paused for a moment, and then said:

"She's invisible."

After I recovered from laughing hysterically, Andi said, "oh, there she is...". Apparently Dana had stepped out of the room to get Paul some socks, but to a little 4 1/2 year-old, she became invisible.