Last night during Isaac's snuggle time:
"Mom, I hope that you don't die before I do because I don't want to deal with the going-craziness of not having a mom. I'd rather you deal with the going-craziness of not having me. Unless we both die at the same time. You from age, me from illness, that's the only way that could happen."
Sometimes even I can't find the words to respond.
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
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