Meredith: "When you die, I will be a mommy, right?"
Me: "Yes, sweetie, I hope you're an old lady by the time I die."
Meredith: (with growing fear) "But, I don't want to be an old lady!"
Me: "Why not?"
Meredith: "Because I don't want a big tummy!"
Me: "Who do you know that is an old lady and has a big tummy?"
Meredith: "The old lady who swallowed the fly! She had a big tummy!!"
Me: "Well, that's because she ate a horse."
Meredith: "Oh. OK."
3 comments:
Priceless. What a gem she is.
It's amazing how her mindworks!
Mom
Bless her heart! How precious.
Wendy
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