Me: Hey, kid, what have you got there?

[On a side note, please take a moment of silence to observe the hint of chocolate on her face. I’m so jealous that someone in our house is eating chocolate right now. I’m on day two of heathy eating after a month of being the Cookie Monster — my poison of choice was the Starbucks PB cookie. I’ll admit that I used to scoff at the idea of buying food from Starbucks but they’ve really upped their game. As for the PB cookie, it is like it somehow got impregnated by/with a Reese PB cup (there is PB and chocolate inside the cookie). I don’t know how they did it, but I had wondered that each time I ate one of the 31-46 cookies I bought from Starbucks this month. I bet the Caramilk guy knows the secret, but you couldn’t waterboard it out of him if you tried. #ShhhhItsASecret #TheCaramilkSecret

Olivia: It is grandma hair.

Me: Really?

Olivia: Yip. It is soft. Look (pronounced yook)… grandma hair!

Me: It might be. It might also be some Thatcher fur mixed with some fluff from Declan’s rattle that Thatcher chewed apart yesterday.

Olivia: Nope. It is grandma hair.

Me: Ok, you seem sure, so you’re probably right. You should go show dad.

See what I did there? I paid it forward, like a good wife does.

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The other morning while I was putting on my face, Olivia came into the bathroom and asked: “mom, where’s Boy?” [That’s her name for Winston our dog that passed away].

Me: He is in heaven.

Olivia: Oh, where’s that?

Me: In the sky.

Olivia: Ok.

She promptly left the bathroom and went to the livingroom to find her dad. From the bathroom I could hear her say to Heath, in a matter of fact way: “Dad, Boy is in the sky with Kevin.” She thought I said Kevin, as in the minion named Kevin.

I tell you, the little lady is punching above her weight these days when it comes to being hilarious.

Stay great!

Kate