On the way to school this morning we stopped to get flowers for one of her teachers Ms. Beverly, whose mother-in-law went to be with the Lord last week.
Caleigh just before we walked in to get the flowers (drinking out of my water bottle):
C: "Oh Mommy, that's cold water."
me: "Oh brrrrr"
C: "No Mommy, it not make me brrrrr, it make me happy (with much inflection)."
"Cold water makes me happy!"
While trying to decide on flowers...
me: "Caleigh what color flowers should we get?"
C: "Brown ones Mama, they match my tights."
To her point they would have matched her tights, but somehow brown (dead) flowers for someone in mourning over the death of a loved one didn't seem to symbolize the right kind of sympathy. So we went with yellow.
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