Today as Miss G sat on the bathroom counter and I brushed her hair…
Mama: Gracen, what kind of person do you want to be when you grow up? (I wanted to ask ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’, but wasn’t sure she’d understand the question)
Grae: (in the sweetest, most sincere little voice) Just like Mama.
Goodness gracious… We’d better call it a day. It simply doesn’t get any better than this.