Margaretisms - what fills our heads

While visiting Boston this weekend, Margaret was playing with Uncle Tickle. He bopped her on the forehead with a balloon. She told him not to do that, it was a hurting game. He apologized, and explained that his head was full of rocks so it didn't hurt. He then asked Margaret what was inside her head. "Nothing," she replied.

Apparently, she's been mulling this over. This evening, she told me that her head is full of marshmallows. And these marshmallows are what make her cheeks so fluffy.

(I asked her if she thought this up on her own, she said yes!)