Yesterday evening I took Glory out to look at the stars. They were beautiful. After we oohed and aahed a bit, Glory began one of her conversations (the kind two year olds have and you wonder where the thoughts came from.):
GLORY: "Where's the car?"
ME: "Over there, behind the shop."
GLORY: " Do we have one car?"
ME: "Yes."
GLORY: "Do we have two cars?" (Vans are not cars, she has informed me in the past)
ME: "No."
GLORY: "What happened to our other car?"
ME: "We got rid of it because it got really old."
Long Pause . . . .
GLORY: "Well, you're really old."
Thankfully, when the conversation was relayed to Keith, he emphatically stated that we would not have to get rid of Mom yet.
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