Monday, June 21, 2010

Just Like You, Only Better -

My conversation with Samantha tonight before bed went something like this:

"Mom, when I grow up I want to be just like you."

"You do?"

"Yeah. But I don't want to do the stuff that you do."

"What kind of stuff do you mean?"

"Well, like I don't want to drive or cook because I don't want to flip the car over or burn myself."

"Oh. I understand. Well, don't you think you'd learn how to do those things when you grow up?"

"No. You can still do it."


"Thanks, Sam."

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