Conversations With Georgia

While reading "The Three Little Pigs" at bedtime tonight:

Mommy: And the big bad wolf huffed and puffed until he was out of breath, but he could not blow down the brick house.
Georgia: Why was the big bad wolf out of breath?
M: Because he huffed and puffed too much.
G: One time (breath) when I was a little bitty baby like (breath) like Jackson's baby sister (breath) I was out of breath too (breath) because I ate too much.
M: Really?
G: Yeah.