from the wonderful feast of our Guardian Angels yesterday:
Allia: Mommy, we forgot to make our special angel craft today.
Mommy: (laying on the couch, ill with a stomach bug but trying to infuse the day with some of the joy of celebrating our angels.) Maybe we can do that when Daddy gets home, sweetheart.
Allia: Can we make real angels?
Mommy: (moan, grumble) No. Only God can make real angels just like only He can make people. He is the one who made baby sister in Mommy's tummy, remember?
Allia: (looking perplexed) Yes, I don't understand why he did that.
Mommy: What do you mean?
Allia: Well, I don't understand why he put her in there where there is no hole for her to get out.
Mommy: Oh, um, well, she will find her way out when it is time, sweetheart. Don't you worry about that.
Allia: (still looking a little perplexed) OK.
Mommy: (to self) Whew!
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LOL!!! You escaped that one pretty well! LOL!!
Close call, good save! Are you feeling better? :( Let me know if you need anything!!!
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