I'm still getting over my recent illness, and yesterday I was suddenly caught by a coughing fit. Grace immediately rushed over and put her hand on my knee. With a sweet look of concern on her face she asked,
Grace: "Mama, are you OK?"
Me: "Yes, honey, I'm just coughing."
Grace: "Do you need some medicine from Wal-Mart?"
Me: [laughing] "No, sweetie, I just need a Kleenex, please."
Grace: [running excitedly to the front door] "OK! Let's go buy some Kleenex at Wal-Mart!"
I've trained her well.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
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