This was a day of philosophizing, Forrest Gump style.
This morning, she was starting to be a little stinky and I asked if she had a dirty didie. She replied, "Yes, I have a dirty didie. Sometimes this happens." Thank you, Forrest.
Later, as she was waiting for Daddy to come in from mowing the lawn and I was clearly being inattentive to her, she flopped herself across the coffee table and said, "Tell me what the truth is." I could think of nothing to say on the spot other than, "God is love." She looked a bit skeptical, then said, "Tell me what the other truth is."
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