Lydia: It's my birthday.
Tired Mommy: Not yet.
Lydia: It's my birthday soon.
Tired Mommy: Yes Honey but it's time to go back to sleep now.
This morning upon wake-up conversation:
Mommy: So it's your birthday soon.
Lydia: Yes Mommy, it's my birthday.
Mommy: I don't want you to have anymore birthdays.
Lydia: No more birthdays?
Mommy: You're not allowed to grow up anymore.
Lydia: I'm not growing up, I'm growing little.


1 comment:
Absolutely precious! Praise Jesus!
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