From the Mouth of Kynadi..again.

So last night John turned on some music to go to sleep to. Note: Kynady was lying on our floor to sleep. Anyway, Elvis starts playing and I make some wise crack about how someone should have shot him...blah blah blah...John and I somehow start talking about how Kennedy and Lincoln were shot and where. Suddenly little Kynadi pipes in, with a little giggle like she can't believe our foolishness, "NO Dad, I got shot at the Doctors". So funny. I'm just grateful she didn't know what "shot" we were talking about. I love the simple mind.