Madeline: “I’m ‘tirsty,’ Mommy. I’m tirsty.”
Mom: “I’ll get you a drink in a second.”
Madeline: “But I’m ‘tirsty’ now.”
Mom: “Madeline, hold your horses.”
Madeline: “But, Mommy, I don’t have any horses.”
Storyteller & Speaker
“She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick.”
―Flannery O'Connor