Sunday, July 5, 2009

Flying Again: Love is. . .

Milk and honey, what else?

A quick Hannah story. We're outside by the pool, alone, it's hot. We have a couple of squirt guns.

We're shooting at random things, bears, tigers, badguys (her idea, not mine).

She sees a heart. "I see a heart! Get it!"

We shoot. "We got it!"

She sees love.

"I see love!" she cries. "Shoot it!"

"Shoot love?"

"Yes, quick! Shoot love!"

"Love?!?!? Kill love?"


"Fine." We shoot love.

"Love is dead," she says.

She's three.

Flying Happy

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