|"Even the rocks shall cry forth praise."|
"Okay. I'm ready to wash them," she stated, hands on hips, completely satisfied with her arrangement.
Handing her a cleaning rag, I asked, "What's your plan?"
She grinned. "I'm cleaning my favorite favorites first. Then I will clean my favorite favorite favorites next."
"So what will you clean last?"
"My favorite favorite specialist favorite favorites," she logically replied, already hard at work.
One by one the ever so clean rocks were lovingly returned to the window ledge, until she came to me and held out the last one, announcing, "This is the famous Winner Favorite."
A pudgy, smudgy hand with tiny pink sparkly fingernails grasped a gnarly brown sparkly rock. "It's so beautiful," she said tenderly, gently caressing it. "God put jewels in this one where I could find them."