“What’s wrong, Sasha? You don’t seem like yourself this morning.”
“Nah. I don’t feel so good. I cranky!” she said with a pout.
“Well, I guess you got up on the wrong side of the bed.” I said with a smile.
Coloring, Francis said, “That never happens to me.” She looked at up and stated matter-of factly, “My bed is up against the wall.”
Of course it is.
