Poor Macey. She's trying to figure out what will happen when she grows up, and she's pondering over every little detail. The other day it was clothes.
"Mama, when I get big will I have my own clothes, or will I have to wear yours?" (Is she worried about the lack of pink in my wardrobe?)
"You'll have your own, Mace."
"Oh."
Long pause.
"Where will I buy clothes?"
"At the store."
Long Pause.
"Who will pay for my clothes? My husband?"
"Maybe."
"Oh, that would be very nice of him."
And so it begins. . .
2 comments:
Smart girl!!
tell her that if she's anything like most daughters, she'll start raiding your closet when she's 12
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