Talking in Cursive

Yesterday, Will and I were joking about having to go the doctor at least once a week. And he jokingly cast the demon of sickness out of the house followed by a prayer that he learned in Indonesia (his talking in tongues joke). Anna was sitting in the living room with us not really paying attention to what we were saying. Then she turned, looked at me, and said, "Daddy is talking in cursive." Will and I both laughed hysterically.