Tuesday, March 29, 2011
conversations with an 8 year old
Daughter: (calling upstairs) Mooom, I need some toilet paper down heeere!
Me: (calling downstairs) I will be right there in one minute- hold on!
Daughter: (45 seconds later) Nevermind!
Me: (thinking...) Still thinking about it now...
This afternoon on the way back from swimming riding in the car:
Daughter: I love my life! Even though it is not perfect!
(Gosh, I love her. Man, she gets it!)