As I was tucking Anaya into bed last week, she informed me, "I don't want to grow up."
"As long as you keep eating, you will," I assured her.
"Well, if I keep eating, but I don't grow up, I will be happy," she countered.
"I didn't want to grow up either, when I was a little girl. But growing up is fun. When you grow up, you can drive a car, build fires, and do lots of nice things. I couldn't have married Daddy, if I hadn't grown up."
"Well," she declared confidently, "I'm going to marry Daddy!"
"We'll see what happens," I deferred. "Maybe God has somebody else for you to marry. Maybe there's a little boy somewhere growing up too, and we can pray for him..."
"Non-sense!" she spouted. "Anyway, I don't want to get married. I don't want to have children."
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"When you grow up, you can drive a car, build fires, and do lots of nice things." LOL.
Man, just think of all the fires I could be starting! And here I am, surfing the web! Borrrrrring. (Except for your blog, which is never boring.)
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