At 7:55 tonight as I was tucking Lucy into bed, she started with the questions.
Mommy, will you always be my mommy?
Yes.
Will you be my mommy when I am all grown up?
Yes.
Will you be my mommy when I have babies?
Yes.
Will you be my mommy when I'm married?
Yes.
Will we all live together when I am married and have babies?
No. Goodnight.
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