Out of the Mouths of Babes

A conversation with my three year old in the car:

N:  Mommy, am I your Mommy?

C:  No, honey, you are my daughter.  Who is my Mommy?

N:  Grammy!

C:  That is right.  Who is Grammy's Mommy?

N:  Gigi!

C:  Smart girl.  Who is Daddy's Mommy?

N: You are!

So young and yet so intuitive, isn't she?  That's my girl.  

Sweet daughter of mine, someday you will grow up and marry the man who will become your first child.  Choose wisely like I did.