Quote of the day

I am greeted by a small voice that calls to me from the bedroom. I go. I lay down next to her and she contemplates me. Mind you this is a word for word recounting of the conversation.

"Mommy when I become a woman, I would not like to have a husband." (self-restraint is excercised, immense self-control, no laughter nor feminist rhetoric spurt from my mouth)

"You might change your mind about that."

"No, I won't. Izza's says she would like a husband. That's ok. But I want to be with you forever."


Well, it is nice to be appreciated, now isn't it?