Last night we took Moma out on the patio to sit with us awhile. She asked a million questions about everything, but this little conversation was just precious to me:
Moma: Whose bike is that parked in the co-ner?
Kerry: It's YOURS!
Moma: Mine? How do you know it is?
Kerry: Because I do. It is yours.
Moma: It ain't mine. Mine is a girl's bike.
1 comment:
Too cute!
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