As my eight-year-old daughter left for a sleepover, we had this conversation.
Me: Good night, sweet pea, I’ll miss you!
Her: Trust me, Daddy, you’ll be sadder when I leave for college.
My God.
Love to all. Even you, the dude who refused to pull up 3 feet so I could park, too.
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Insightful child.
that’s a sharp one you got there. that is awesome.
…OMG AND SHE IS how OLD???? What a perspective…bless her heart.
NICE! She’s a chip off the old block, isn’t she
Wow. Brains and a great wit already! You are gonna have to watch this one when she gets older
What a doll. You must be so proud!
Waaaaaahhhhhh!!! Why do they have to grow up???
Oh, wow.
I LOVE her!
Wow. She rocks. And she’s so dead-on.