Thursday, May 29, 2008


The sweet innocence of a three-year-old grips at my heart like nothing else.

Tonight, as Liv was going upstairs to bed, I asked her if she was, "dying to see daddy on Friday." As soon as it came out of my mouth, I realized that she may not understand what I meant. I was right. Her reply:

"No, I'm not dying to see daddy. Little girls don't die. Only mommies and daddies die. When you and daddy die, I want to fly on a plane to go live with Grandma and Grandpa."

I couldn't stop laughing and then changed the subject and grabbed a book to read before she could begin with questions!


Brenda said...

By the way, your hair looks fabulous! I need to find a hairdresser here...I am going crazy with my bad hair days.

The Dunns said...

Cute! It's amazing what kid's absorb and what they can take quite literally. Thanks for sharing!