Little T is wearing my flip flops around the house this morning. They are pink. They are cute. Apparently, she really likes them:
"Mama, when you die, can I have your flip flops?"
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And once on the topic, she continues:
"Mama, when you die and turn into a angel, can I still come be with you? Can we both be angels together? Can we be a whole family of angels?????"
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I love her. She gives me whiplash.
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