Little G says the darndest things

Little G: “Mama, will I look like you when I grow up?”

Me: “Do you want to look like me when you grow up?”

Little G: “No… I mean, I want to be unique, … and pretty.”

Me: “Oh, I’m not pretty?”

Little G: “No, that’s not what I meant. I just meant, I want to be different, … not ugly.”

Me: “Oh, now I’m ugly.”


I love to torture my children.

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