I feel the earth move under my feet. I feel the skies tumbling down, a-tumbling down.

Aside from Mad Dog's affinity for the word pie hole - and inability to grasp why she can't say it at school, the girl has a knack for calling things like she sees them. Without tact.

Last night, as I walked into her room to say goodnight, she says:

I could feel you coming.

Huh?

Yeah, I could feel it. The ground was shaking.

Shaking.

Yeah, vibrations. The ground shakes when you walk.

Normally, I'd like someone to feel that the earth moves when I'm around. But from an 8 year old, this is not a compliment.