Tracker Jackers

My sweet Kenna is riDICulously paranoid. She's a worrier through and through. And its not her fault, because she comes by it quite naturally. My mother has pretty much patented it...mastered it...and bought stock in every antacid medicine there is. So, sweet Kenna is, and always has been, super worried about things.

Tonight we took her and Kolbe to the movies with us. We saw the "Hunger Games". I loved the books, and Kolbe has read all of them and loved them too. Nate can't read anything other than Sport's Illustrated...and Kenna just wanted in on the action. Anyways...when the sci-fi tracker jackers attacked Kenna jumped seats and snuggled into my shoulder. When she whispered a few minutes later, 'mom, those aren't real are they?' I couldn't stop myself from laughing out loud!

How much I love this child! She has the naughtiest laugh...and most beautiful smile and eyes. Kinda glad she's mine...