*Blink*

"Where did my little pea pod go?" Divina had been chatting about her day at Grandma's and I was reveling at her maturity.

She replied "What do mean 'pea pod'?"

"When you came to us at the hospital, when you were first born, you were so tiny, all wrapped up in a little blanket." I demonstrated her minute size by lifting my hands as if lifting a small bundle. "And here you are just talking! My little pea pod couldn't talk!"

She thought for a moment, looking at my imaginary 'her', and said "Well, I AM your little pea pod, AND I can talk." Pleased with her observation, she twrilled herself over to the radio and danced along to the "Monster Mash."