My Sister Tracey

David's parents came for a visit a couple of weeks ago. A couple of days before they were to leave, Madeleine came down for breakfast:

"My sister Tracey likes bacon too. We need to save some for her."

"Your what?"

"My sister. Tracey is my sister. She lives with my mommy's mom."

Some of the stuff that comes out of her mouth just amazes me. A sister? Named Tracey - or is that Tracy or Traci? Not exactly a popular name among the kids these days and the only Tracy I can think of that we know here is male.

Talk of Tracey faded after a week or so. I can only imagine what she will come up with next.