I had to talk to her mom about important things.
I know because they ran out the door screaming, "You're home! You're home!" and they gave me big hugs. Trouble wanted me to pick her up.
They were all talking at once and poor little Trouble couldn't finish her sentence without her sisters interrupting.
After about 7 tries Trouble finally took my face in her hands and turned it to her. She looked very seriously at me as she said, "It's my turn to talk to you now."
I told her sisters they would have to wait and asked Trouble "What's up?"
"Ummm..." (she forgot what she was going to say.)
"Open you mouth," she said instead.
I opened it and that little girl smelled my mouth.
I'm not kidding.
She stuck her nose in my mouth and smelled it.
"Noelle, did you eat a cookie?"
As a matter of fact I had just eaten a cookie from Grandma's house...five minutes earlier.
That Trouble...she's something else.