Soup

Maria. Maria who lives in her own little world where every sentence is sung, dance is the way you get around, and your thoughts consist of....soup?

We were at my mom and dad's house and had just gotten out of the pool. We went upstairs and for some reason (I rarely know why Maria does some of the things she does) Maria went out to the garage. 2 minutes later we hear a THUMP!

Maria (Crying): "MOOOOOOMMMMMM!"

Mama: "What happened??"

Maria: "Well.....well......uhm, well....I hit my head."

Mama: "Well how?"

Maria (still crying): "I ran into that thing because I was thinking of soup."