Mackenna: "Micah kissed me."
Me: "Oh that's okay; you like kisses."
Mackenna, with horror and emphasis: "I don't want kisses from boys. They're diskusking."
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Mackenna, getting out of my bed after snuggling this morning, and realizing that I wasn't following her: "Mom, I want someone to come with me."
Me: "I'm coming sweetie; I'm just slow."
Mackenna: "But you're not slow when you make food."
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Mackenna, said with such energy and enthusiasm I can't even explain: "Mom, we have Sprite. Mom, you have Sprite. Sprite is GREEEAAAAT!"
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(In a conversation before I was going to go visit my sister)
Mackenna: "I miss Elliana."
Me: "I know, friends are pretty great. You know, a great thing about family, is that for a long time, Jocelyn will never move away from you."
"No, she is a part of our family....But someday, when she grows up, she'll move away and become a mommy."
"Well, hopefully she'll become a wife and then a mommy. We pray that you'll love Jesus by that point and want to do things the way he commands."
"And you'll be a grandma."
"I know, I can't wait. That's the whole reason I became a mommy was to be a grandma."
"But you'll have wrinkles."
"That's okay. Because you know what the wrinkles mean? They mean that I lived a happy life."
"No, they mean you are old."
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