Being constantly amazed by the wisdom my four-year-old spouts, I will occasionally be posting the cutest or most profound things the little darling has said that week. We've got two good ones today.
Last weekend I baked brownies. No biggie, just the ones from a box. We let Ainsley have one as an after-lunch treat Saturday.
"Are these from scratch?" she asked.
I was a little taken aback. With me as a mom (the Doughboy is my best friend), wherever has she learned what "from scratch" means?
"No, honey, they're not."
"Are they from rub?"
Think about it for a minute.
The second highlight is a little more heartbreaking. Jason was playing with her last night when she asked,
"If I'm good, will you be with me forever?"
Jason told her he would be with her for a long time, but that he couldn't be with her forever.
"Will you get old and go to heaven?"
"Yes," Jason told her, "just like your Papaw did."
"I'll miss you a lot when you go."
She must have picked up on the sadness in the room.
"OK," she said. "Let's go listen to ballerina music and be happy."