And yesterday when we were leaving a birthday party, we were talking about someone from my work who had been there. Jenny asked how old she was, and I said I thought she was 30. Jenny said, "Oooh, just like Daddy. So they'll die at the same time, and then you'll have two funerals to go to." She really believes everyone dies on very set schedules based on their ages.
One quick picture I thought was cute yesterday. Jenny's posing, and Reagan looks like she's tough - and covered in ketchup.
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Ketchup? Or blood? I vote the latter and a bruising fight to go with it. The Reagan in that picture takes kids to town when they look at her funny. To PAIN town.
Gotta like the death conversations.
I love it.
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