At 4 am this morning, I awake to a bedroom door being opened and the pitter-patter of little feet heading toward my side of the bed.
Me: What's up kiddo?
Charlotte: Mama, I'm scared in my room.
Me: What are you afraid of?
Charlotte: I'm afraid of myself.
After taking a moment to think about her answer and its philosophical ramifications, I decide it's far too early in the morning and I'm too sleepy to discuss it further.
Me: Sure, whatever. Crawl on in beside me.
1 comment:
Hilarious.
They know when the time is juuuuuust right.
Ha.
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