whooo whooo...

We have large owls in the trees at the park across the street, and the church across the other street. At night you can hear them hoot. Lu has even mock 'hooted' at them to only have them answer back. She's half fascinated, half terrified by them.
Tonight she had on a pair of old jammies that rightfully need to be gifted to someone shorter. Much shorter. She battled back and forth about having the long enough, or having a severe case of plumber bummmm. She's been watching the barbie movies as much as we'll allow lately so she rarely stands still. She thinks she is a dancing pricess barbie, twirling and dancing around. We all enjoyed the frenzy of her spinning and dancing, and her acknowledgment that her 'cwack' was showing and she'd tug up her britches to cover it. As we finished scriptures it was time to stop dancing and kneel down, QUIETLY, to pray. It wasn't happening. So Nate scooped her up and lifted her up on his shoulders while he kneeled to keep her at least contained. She instantly started thrashing around...and when we got her chilled, I asked what was wrong. She was tugging at her jammie pants and said, 'the OWLS! the OWLS! They come.....and EAT my Butt!' Well, that was a real crowd pleaser! Her brothers and sisters...and, me, all started laughing. She wasn't convinced she was out of danger and begged Nate, 'let me close it! close it!' which was her desire to 'close the gap' on her britches and exposed bum! Holy.
This kid is seriuosly power packed with spunk and sass. I just love her.