I'm not much of a worrier. I'm more of a "consider the lilies" kind of person. Also, I have naturally low blood pressure. :) (And I use emoticons.)
So it was a little unusual when I worried out loud this morning. I began making those worried moany sounds and mumbled to Derek about worrying about some purchases I'd made. They were needed, but came all at once.
Paloma marched over and shouted, "WHAT YOU WORRY ABOUT?" She's five and often talks like this. "I BE WORRY FAIRY."
I started in: "Well, see, I bought a bunch of stuff and--"
"CH-CHING! DONE!" She interrupted with a wave of her hand with an invisible wand and walked back to her cereal bowl.
I couldn't stop laughing the rest of breakfast. LOVE. HUH.