Honna

Jack came up to me the other day with a blanket around her head and said "My name is Honna. I'm from the village and I'm getting married in 3 days."

Member her restaurant Saban's? She opened a sister restaurant- Pirate Home. When she's mad at me she tells me the restaurants died. "Sorry, mom. Saban's is dead." 

I said to Jim "Uncle Phil from Fresh Prince died." Jack asked who that was. Then she thought for awhile and said "Am I going to die?"  How depressing is that? 

She also asked me last night "What's in here?" as she patted her mid section. I told her bones and organs. Then she asked if her lunch becomes her poop. Then she asked me how a toilet works. Then she asked me where Hilly's poop goes (the trash). Then we talked about the city dump. I told her daddy would drive her there this weekend. 

Hilly gave our dogs check-ups. 

Conclusion: they need band-aids.