Early this morning, while I was asleep, Daddy and Petite were headed out to the grocery. I've been having a horrible fibro flair up and been experiencing quite a bit of pain. This is the conversation that transpired b/t Daddy & Petite as they got ready to go to the store, while I lay in bed.
Daddy: Let's be quiet. Mommy is still asleep.
Petite: Is she okay Daddy?
Daddy: She doesn't feel well because her back hurts.
Petite: We need to get her some soup and Gatorade so she'll feel better Daddy.
So precious. Those are the two things we get at the store when we don't feel good. She just wanted me to feel better.
Cut to later this afternoon... a conversation b/t Petite and Daddy about Maama and her big house.
Petite: Daddy, why does Maama live in that big ole house alone? Why doesn't she have a husband?
Daddy: Well, sweetie, Maama and Papa used to be married.
Petite: Why not anymore?
Daddy: Sometimes mommies and daddies decide it's better to live apart.
Petite: Some day a boy is going to go to Maama's house and their hearts are going to beat fast and they are gonna get married.
PRESH!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Precious Words
This blog is my forum to be able to record all the funny and sweet things that my little Petite says daily. I have missed writing down so much of it. Lucky for me, my sweet mother-in-law sends a lot of it in email form. Bear with me as I work to include all of that eventually. So here it goes...
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