When I Think Of....

Madeline likes to play this game she calls, When I Think Of....
Here's how this morning's game went:

Madeline: What do you think of when you think of beads?


Me: When I think of beads, I think of colors.
M: When I think of colors, I think of green.
Me: When I think of green, I think of grass.
M: When I think of grass, I think of lawnmowers.
Me: When I think of lawnmowers, I think of Dad w/ the Kelty.
M: When I think of Dad w/ the Kelty, I think of Gabe.
Me: When I think of Gabe, I think of smiles.
M: When I think of smiles, I think of stickers.
Me: When I think of stickers, I think of laundry.
(You know how I got there, right?  Stickers, stuck to clothes that you don't find until after the dry cycle.  At that point you have a better chance of an winning an all-expense paid trip to Paris than you do of removing the sticker from the fabric.  Grrrrrrrr.)


M: When  I think of laundry, I think of obsessed.
Hold up.  What??  Obessed is a strong word.  Just because I insist on doing 2 loads every day and have a very specific way I like to have it done.  Oh, and I like it put away on Wednesday?  I call that organized.
That's ok though, I can rebound.

Me: When I think of obsessed, I think of praying. (rebound)
M: When I think of praying, I think of church.
Me: When I think of church, I think of Papa.
M: When I think of Papa, I think of Grandma.
Me: When I think of Grandma, I think of helpful.
M: When I think of helpful, I think of ME!


And we are both laughing too hard to continue.  So, that's When I Think Of....  You really should play sometime.