hey harps
Prescient
H: Mommy, do I have to grow up?
M: Yes sweetie, all children grow up.
H: Why Mommy?
M: Well, remember in Frances how her daddy tells her that everyone has a job? The job of a baby is to grow into a child, the job of a child is to grow into a teenager, and the job of a teenager is to grow into an adult.
H: But Mommy, I will be scared when I am a grown-up.
M: I know, honey. I know.
Fair enough
“Mommy, Daddy and me are good at fixing things because we are African. But you are American so you are actually not very good at fixing. Sorry Mommy, but it is true.”
Treasure chest
A few hours after a homeless person approached our car for money:
“Mommy, I drew this picture of a treasure chest with lots and lots and lots of gold in it so we can give it to the man who doesn’t have a place to live or food to eat.”
