The things that come out of her mouth...

After overhearing a conversation I had with my mom on the phone about her:

A: Mom, I think I am getting sick...
M: Why baby?
A: Because I do NOT feel awesome.


I told Ansley to find her hairbrush and bring it to me.  She couldn't find it so she told me she was going to talk to God about it:

"God, I'm not going to worry, but please help me find my hairbrush."


On the way to church Sunday morning:

"Why is the world not nice?"


In the middle of a game of pretend, she dropped off her baby with me to babysit:

"Bye friend!"


I love this kid.