I tend to forget many of the funny and interesting things Mantha does, but I really think this one needs to be shared:
I was home this last weekend with her and two of her sisters. She came and asked me a question (the question really isn’t important at this point – I think it had to do with what we were planning to do the next day). I looked at her and asked the usual parent question: why are you asking? (Now those who know her need to picture this next part) She puts her fingertips together (like “evil” people do in the movies) and says, “I have plans”. Do I need to start worrying?