Saturday, April 14, 2012

 Carter: on my next birthday how big will I be?
Me: Five, and my heart is going to break open and spill on the floor and I will melt into sadness because my baby will be big.
Carter: no, that won't happen.
Me: how are you going to prevent it?
Carter: I going to grow taller than you someday, but I'll still be your kid. And I'll always let you love on me...
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