My daughter only thinks about important things. And my daughter knows what's important.
Today at 12:36 pm - right smack in the middle of her 3rd period class - I received a text message that told me my daughter was wondering about something very important.
"How come my name isn't Emily?"
Yep, during one of her classes... when she should be learning about civil wars and brain surgeries and anthropology... my daughter is wondering why I misnamed her.
I texted back, "because I named you Elizabeth."
We sure have important conversations, we do.
This has got to be right up there with my weather story...WHICH, btw, you have not yet printed it.
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