As the water part of the sacrament was being passed around the chapel today, I heard this sustained buzzing. As I listened closer, I realized this was actually the little muzzings of my sweet Lizza. In her quietest voice, she was mumbling "the water, the water, the water." Then she started to kind of sing it. I turned to Tim and said, "She has no inner monologue .... Just like her mother."
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