Yet Another One

This morning, my dear sweet soon-to-be 5 year old came into my bedroon and proudly announced that she had something to tell me.

Me: "What would that be?"

Abby: "How do you get a tissue to dance?"

Me: "I don't know. How?"

Abby: "You put some boogie on it."

Oh, yes. Compliments of daycare.