Monday night as I lay with her, she began discussing death again. And this was her thought process: "Mommy, I want to die when you die and be buried with you. People will think I am eaitng your head because I will be kissing you." Hmm, what response do you give to this? "That's sweet"? or "That's creepy". Now that Dave has returned from Germany, I think he needs to put her to bed!
I don't want to forget this deep conversation we had this morning. She brought her beloved zebra to my room. For the past 3 years, I thought her zebra's name was Molly. As we discussed, she kept saying that Molly was good at mauling. Not understanding, I started spelling the different ways to spell her name. We know a Mauliny and a Molly. No, it turns out that the zebra is good at mauling (yet again, creepy), but she likes malls (as in shopping). So, we spell her name Mally. Thanks for the clairifcation, Olivia.
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