Earlier Grace was being a messenger for Robert and me, carrying notes back and forth for us from the basement to the main floor. After several runs, she was tired of the game.
I pulled her into my lap and hugged and kissed her. I said, "I am so thankful for you."
She smiled and said, "Uh huh."
"I'm thankful you're my daughter."
Again: "Uh huh."
"And I'm thankful I get to be your mommy."
"Uh huh," she repeated, followed by a big smile and a major announcement: "Mommy! I just farted on you!!!"
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2 comments:
HAHA!!!
Be thankful it was only a fart.
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