While making my bed this morning, my 5 year old was laying on the floor, rolling around and thinking, apparently, because here’s a snippet of our conversation:
#3 when I am resurrected, will I still be mean to people?
me: you don’t want to be mean to people, right? Sometimes you just can’t help it?
me: well, if you are working on it, and you are trying to be nice to people, then I bet you can get it all figured out in this lifetime, sweetie.
#3: you haven’t gotten it figured out yet.
me: well, I’m not dead yet.
Later: I walk outside to get something and 4 girls are playing on the hammock. She falls off the back side while in mid swing, and I stop to listen if she is hurt, but instead she gives a little chuckle and says, “Well, I guess it serves me right after pushing Gillie off!”
I took these pictures. I made this stuff with my own two hands. I wrote these words. It's just a bunch of craziness, but it's what in this noggin. If you're going to use any of my stuff for your own stuff, just ask me. (I'm sure I'll say yes. I'm nice like that.) And a little linkie love never hurt anyone if you know what I'm sayin;)