Today Amy was explaining to me that she has to get bigger so that she
can get married like me. I asked her if she knew who she wanted to
marry. Nope. But George*
tries to kiss me. At this point I'm about to interrupt and reiterate the fact that we don't kiss boys until we are at least 18, but she just hurried right along to the next train of thought.
I'm not going to
marry George though. Why not I asked? Because he will turn out like his dad.
I'm still amazed by the
wisdom of this child.
*Name changed to protect the innocent...father and son.
1 comment:
Way to think it through!
I'm loving the sassy hairdo.
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